Alas for Io! Juno sent
A gad-fly which beset her sore,
And drove her—which was the intent—
From sea to sea and shore to shore.
To Egypt and the Barbadoes,
Perhaps to Iowa—who knows?
The gad-fly followed where she went
And stung her to his heart’s content.
And so it happens, even now,
Although she vainly tries to grab it,