Ah, you haughty beauty!
You deflected your father's wrath
By blaming your round belly
On being accosted and ravished
By grim-visaged Ares
While you were out riding
On the Plains of Thessaly.
"My daughter is so beautiful
That she was taken by a God,"
He boasts to whoever will listen.
It's easy to see where your pride comes from.
Perhaps you can find a way to explain
Now that you've given birth to a God's son
Why the infant that you're so lovingly nursing
Bears such a damning resemblance to
Your father's brawny
Yet simple stableboy.
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