Highest among women, but jealous of all;horses and dolphins heed his beck and call.The sun rises swift while he plays on his lyre;hammer and tongs, forge and fire.Spring and Summer, Winter and Fall;celebrate, have some wine, with this one it’s a ball!Wise yet warlike, and virginal still;confrontation and carnage are his will.The youngest of his siblings, he rules o’er all he surveys;under the moon, with bow and arrow she plays.Love and desire, apple and bee;he might just have a message for me.