Three simple words
Just enough to make a braid
All twisted and twined together And green as a jade

They are like three friends
all starting a race
Comming in one after the other
With green on their face

The one that comes in first
And always strives to win
She is very competative
And will knock out her kin

Comming in at second place
She is never at ease
As Jealousy rises
She is never pleased

Crossing over in last place
And boiling over with hate Becareful that you Envy
Doesn't turn into an awful date

They may start as simple
As a running race
And if you come in last
Swipe that green off your face

Competativeness, jealousy, and envy
Just enough to make a braid
Becareful you don't wear it
Or your pourpose might fade