The Cicada
Not only do I sing among the tree-tops, warming myself in the sun's hot rays and sipping the generous dew, singing unpaid to wayfarers, but you will often find me sitting upon the lance of bright-helmeted Athene. The cicada is not less beloved by Athene than by the Muses. Did we not inspire her pipemaking?
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