How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The

First You Don't Want Me To Get The Pony, Then You Want Me To Take It Back. Make Up Your Mind!

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.

Insignificant Mortals, Who Are As Leaves Are, And Now Flourish And Grow Warm With Life, And Feed On What The Ground Gives, But Then Again Fade Away And Are Dead.

The Lord Gives And The Lord Takes Away, As It Pleases Him, For He Can Do All Things.