And hurried angrily to where
She thought to find the erring pair;
But reaching there she saw, I vow,
No maiden, but a heifer cow!
For Jove, grown wise in other years
In which he got his just deserts,
Was ever pricking up his ears
To hear the swish of Juno’s skirts.
So, when he heard her on his trail,
He made his hat a milking pail