Originally Posted by awuh1

Awaiting the dawn sat three prisoners wary,
Are clearly enough just one out of three.


Telling the name of one who is lost
The shriveled old jailer himself was no dummy.
He thought, “But why not?” and pointed to Tommy.
“Now it’s just Dick and me!” Mary chortled with glee,
“One in two are my chances, and not one in three!”

Imagine the jailer’s chagrin, that old elf.
She’d tricked him. Or had she? Decide for yourself.

— Richard E. Bedient