And changed poor Io, trembling now,
Into the semblance of a cow.
But Juno was not quite a fool
And saw at once her husband’s trick,
And, though appearing calm and cool,
Resolved to make that heifer sick.
“A lovely cow!” cried she. “Divine!
I cannot rest ’till it is mine!”
Jove cleared his throat and smoothed his vest
But had to grant his wife’s request.