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?
I am orange with black stripes and known for my fierce roar. What am I?
Oh how I love my dancing feet! They stay together - oh so neat. And when I want to walk a line, They all stay together and do double time. I count them up, ten times or more, And race on-off, across the floor.
A white horned symbol of purity and grace.
A warrior amongs the flowers, He bears a thrusting sword. Able and ready to use, To guard his golden hoard.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.