Eventually, Odysseus, with the Fates, br Devized a way to breach the gates br Of Troy by means of a wooden horse, br Full of warriors, or course; br Even helped by Helen, knowing br How the winds of fate were blowing. br br O, how women got the sillies br When seeing handsome Prince Achilles, br Alas, it wasn’t Cupid’s arrow br That struck his heel and chilled his marrow, br But that of Paris, princely cloaked, br And thus in Troy, Achilles croaked.