The Judgment Call Of Paris

As Paris made a judgment call

On Ida’s slopes so long ago,

The town of Troy began to fall

Before anybody could know.

When he gave his gold apple to

The goddess called Aphrodite,

The little that poor fellow knew

Of what would be his destiny;

Though being promised Helen for

The fairest mortal of them all,

He didn’t know the Trojan War

Depended on his judgment call,

And had he to choose in between

Three goddesses, again, instead,

I wonder if there’d still have been

As much blood as had to be shed?