Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear, All day we are bitterly pressed; Yet this I will say - we are full all the day, And empty when we go to rest. What are we?
We are three brothers, running behind each other. Always running round our mother: one after the other, yet no matter how fast we run, we never touches each other. What are we?
Each morning I appear To lie at your feet, All day I will follow No matter how fast you run, Yet I nearly perish In the midday sun.
What am I?
