Leda and the Swan

LEDA, I'd have followed thee
Up a mountain, round a tree
Leda, with you cheek by jowl
But you had a thing for waterfowl
In my every song and every line
I was sworn to be your swan
but you preferred the poultry kind
and not a real man
My heart is now a hanging door
that forever swings unhinged
when I heard
that you and the bird
had sired a pair of twins
One called Castor
Oh the disaster!
The other named Pollux:
 . . . Well, you can guess what I thought of that
I suppose, the boys legitimise
This love you have for creatures
Tell me, do they have his eyes
Or any of his features?

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