I was writing a brief snarky synopsis of The Myth of the Minotaur and started singing the song Blue Dream Lover by Elke (you can hear it here -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=88o94UbssyE ) as “Livestock Lover.” I’m a sick and twisted individual and I can’t help it (nor would I want to).
Bonus! My re-written lyrics:
Livestock Lover
Feel my hide, Pasiphea,
All silk and milky white.
A gift from Poseidon
As your husband’s great disgrace.
Now get inside, little queenie,
Clever Daedalus’s case
For your livestock lover,
For your livestock.
Rutting.
I will be rutting with you.
I will be rutting with you.
I will be rutting with you.
I will be rutting with you.
(Moo-oo-oo-oo)
Now it’s nine months later
With a hoof kicking your womb.
It’s your first-born, mother.
Look upon his bullish face.
Have him guard your treasure.
Banish him without a trace
Of your livestock lover,
Of your livestock.
Rutting.
I will be rutting with you.
I will be rutting with you.
I will be rutting with you.
I will be rutting with you.
(Moo-oo-oo-oo)