All the children of Saturn were cursed, / to be eaten by Pop (he’s the worst). / Baby Jove hid on Crete, / but a kid’s got to eat, / so on goat’s milk young Jupiter nursed. /// There were nymphs watching over the god, / but they didn’t find goat-suckling odd. / Not a one of the rest / offered her naked breast. / “Are you crazy? And ruin my bod?”
All the children of Saturn were cursed, / to be eaten by Pop (he’s the worst). / Baby Jove hid on Crete, / but a kid’s got to eat, / so on goat’s milk young Jupiter nursed. /// There were nymphs watching over the god, / but they didn’t find goat-suckling odd. / Not a one of the rest / offered her naked breast. / “Are you crazy? And ruin my bod?”