Our ancestors were busy people All across our blue green earth Building pyramids, temples and cities From the Andes to Kuwait
The Egyptians used beer to buy things The Mayans mastered astronomy Roman vomitariums were not for vomiting But theatre exits if you please
Neanderthals were built like wrestlers They were strong and wild and free! The Aztecs played deadly ball games The loser died, the winner lived happily
The oldest letter of complaint Is over 4000 years old Nanni the Mesopotamian was upset With the copper he had been sold
Did you know Cleopatra was not Egyptian She was in fact quite Greek The Chinese had invented toilet paper While the Europeans still used leaves!
Human beings have always loved music The oldest flute is from the ice age The Stonehenge stones are so big Each weighs as much as a blue whale
Egyptian gods had human bodies and animal heads They were quite an awesome sight! A Vikingās old poo was found in 1972 Ancient poop is called Coprolite
Mesopotamia and ancient Egypt The fertile Indus River Valley The ancient Chinese, the Inca, the Aztecs These civilizations make up our history.
āGet in line now, donāt dawdle!ā Comes the serious sounding voice Itās the god of the underworld making sure The spirits donāt make any noise
Hades the god of the underworld Likes his land to be quiet and dark Cerebrus, his three-headed dog agrees With three separate growls and one bark
Hades which means āthe unseen oneā Has a power no other god shares His Helmet of Darkness makes him invisible He can pounce on anyone anywhere
Prayers and sacrifices do very little This mighty god is not swayed If someone enters the spirit world Then that is where they will stay
The bad spirits are punished by him They carry big stones on their heads The good ones get to swim in the Styx And float back into comfy beds
Hades loves just one person most Persephone his wife He kidnapped her while she picked flowers And now lives by his side
You can sometimes hear the rustle Of Hades and his three-headed dog Roaming around on a still night When darkness cloaks the world.
Known as a trickster from the time he was born When he was just four days old in his crib Hermes stole Apolloās sacred sheep With a crawl, a jump and a skip
Hermes grew up to be a messenger To the gods; they now send Him on adventurous trips between The worlds of gods and men
Magical winged sandals carry him At fast as lightning speeds One moment he is in front of you The other moment on Mercury
When he is not carrying messages He is busy making things The sweet sounding lyre, the first ever fire The dice and even writing
Hermes helped his brother Perceus Kill Medusa and her wriggly snakes The brothers fought bravely together There really was no room for mistakes
The messenger of gods also protects All travellers - merchants and thieves Schoolboys and schoolgirls, fathers and mothers Are all watched over by Hermes
In all this delivering, protecting and fighting Hermes still finds time to play This master of fun, when he fools someone You can hear him laughing away.
Known as the blacksmith of the gods Hephaestus controls fire He can mould metals into any shapes And things that he desires
This god of fire can also breathe life Into all his metal creations Heās made two golden ladies who help him They are both quite a sensation!
His workshops are many, countless in fact Every volcano has one, we are told He and his maidens make knickknacks and weapons Of bronze and silver and gold
The tools that Heaphestus uses to build Fabulous things in his workshop Are also his symbols of magic and power The hammer, the anvil and tongs
Some say heās married to Aphrodite The goddess of beauty and love Whether she loves him back in fact We really cannot be sure of
Hephaestus is the only god of Olympus Who is lame and canāt really walk But that doesnāt stop him from being A great and powerful Greek god
So next time you see a particularly Beautiful piece of metal art You will know that in some volcano Hephaestus is working hard.
The goddess of the hunt is asleep She does not walk tonight Not a leaf nor a cat, a branch or a bat Is awake or stirring outside
But there are nights and even days When the woodland is alive With the whip and whoosh and the ta-zing Of her powerful arrows in flight
Artemis protects women and girls And animals with hooves and wings It is true, that she hunts them too The animals, not the human beings!
She also has healing powers The flu, measles or the mumps Donāt have a chance when sheās around Sheāll pull you right out of the dumps
She is the goddess of nighttime Of nature, moonlight and dew She can transform into any creature She can turn you into one too!
With her silver bow she is just grand A huntress like her is rare She never ever misses her mark Be it a mean wizard or a hare
Sometimes Artemis spends time with her twin Apollo the god of music and light The woods are filled with laughter and song And barbecues through the night.
Mahvash Mohtadullah 