Calliope took out her tablet
And wrote the most poignant prose I had ever seen.
Erato wrote poetry,
And Polyhymnia hymns behind the screen.
Melpomene wrote tragedies,
But could still make you laugh with her dark-humored memes.
Thalia plucked a feather from her dress
And tickled the funny bone through more innocent means.
Euterpe played our hearts like strings
And Terpsichore danced along.
Never had I heard such inspiring vibrations
As through the Muse’s ancient song.
The history of art itself
Writ upon Clio’s scroll
And the science owned by the very stars
Which Urania’s eyes behold
Make their way into our minds -
As generations have told -
Through muse, though Muses lasting in thought
Have passed so long ago.