oh such a baby! good at faking innocence passion for stealing days are not boring nights always seem more cheerful when the child awakes
Never gave me my cows back But who cares when you have a lyre The baby is a true knave
O,sweet Hermes Filled with such trickery That fools a god O,what a gift this is! A baby with this useful talent Come,celebrate this day!
Hermes with his sandals Ones that twirl and fly! You can't stay mad for long! The speedy flash of light Inventor of the beautiful lyre All hail the god of knaves!