Answer:
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?
What did the bee say to the flower?
A spent round or a slimy critter.
While I did live, I food did give, which many one did daily eat. Now being dead, you see they tread me under feet about the street.
I have big ears and a trunk and I never forget. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?