The Trojan horse stood tall and proud,
so beautiful in the sun.
Did my heart ever beat so loud,
for you had certainly won.
You won the day,
you won the girl.
But in the horse was all decay,
despite its mane and curls.
Gleaming in the golden rays,
did you catch me by surprise.
But soon over the happy days
as I met my demise.
You pillaged and burned
after you entered my strong walls.
Too late did I learn
to never, ever fall.
