The Talking Beasts_ A Book of Fable Wisdom - Nora Archibald Smith

                    Poor    Jupiter in  silence heard

                    The uproar  of  his favourite   bird.

            Before  his throne  the Beetle  now appeared,

            And by  a   clear   complaint   the mystery cleared.

            The god pronounced  the Eagle   in  the wrong.

            But still,  their   hatred  was so  old and strong,

    These   enemies could   not be  reconciled;

    And,    that    the general peace   might   not be  spoiled—

    The best    that    he  could   do—the  god arranged

    That    thence  the Eagle's pairing should  be  changed,

    To  come    when    Beetle  folks   are only    found

    Concealed   and dormant under   ground.