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?
Known for their natural tuxedos and marching.
They don't forget.
What has a coat? Hugs you not in sympathy? Whose smile you'd rather not see? Whose stance is a terrible thing to see? Who is it that brave men run away from? Whose fingers are clawed? Whose sleep lasts for months? And who's company we shunt?
I have a long thin beak that I use to suck nectar from flowers and my wings beat very fast. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?