Three little infants,

  One, two, three,

  Born between the hills and sea.

  This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

  Of the three,

  There would be one,

  In which the magic pure would run.

  Of Northern blood,

  Of Southern stock,

  The very Isles would reel in shock.

  — Kings and Ancients; an old nursery rhyme.