#cupbearer

Sing to me, Muse, of the rosy Goddess Hebe,

Crowned with blooming violets and daffodils,

And other buds of Spring.

She of the Lovely Ankles,

Bringer of Youth,

Sympathiser to adolescents,

She never ages, but stays forever a teenager.

Light-footed Hebe,

Who carries the golden plates

Through the halls of mighty Olympos.

Skilled waitress, devoted Lady in Waiting,

Patroness of petty household chores galore.

Her golden hair bounces

As She crosses the fields of the sky,

Hebe, who has a heavy heart,

Daughter of Hera and Zeus,

Sister to skilled Hephaistos,

Eris, Eileithyia, and violent Ares.

Hebe, who possessed great ingenuity,

Yet reads the Olympian Enquirer cover to cover.

Hebe, whose Nordic golden hair

Frames Her annoyed, lovely face

And reminds all who look upon Her

That She is still the Goddess of Eternal Youth,

And needs to be appreciated.

O Great Goddess Hebe!!