What a family I have!
Me, cuckolded by a swan,
And Leta’s sticking to her story.
I don’t know whose child is whose.
Is ugly little Clyt mine,
And cutesy Helen the swan’s?
Then there are the twins.
I’d like to think that Pollux is my boy,
But rumor has it that it’s Castor
Who sprung from my loins.
Why not both, since they’re twins?
I don’t know, but I can tell you for sure,
No good can come from any of this.
And be cool.