"Henk, you try to sing it ... mmm, doesn't
sound too bad. But that 'Paris the beast'...
I don't know Paris was more someone with
his head in the clouds, someone who rather
played his lyre than anything else."
"Well, Nero played his lyre, and wasn't he
a beast? And didn't Paris shoot Achilles
in the heel?" Paul also regretted that
his 'cow dung' wasn't used in the song.
Paris, Apollo, and Achilles.
Destroyed Ismarus of the Cicones
Thereafter homeward bound
But rounding the cape Malea
The gods turned the ship around
For ivory, silver and elektron
To Crete and Sidon we set sail
Aegyptus, Erembea where is that
And lost Menelaus' trail
Thanks to Boreas in our sails
Went to Cythera beautiful
Ended up with flower eaters
Lotophages bountiful
