there’s something just a little bit ick
about the way young Icarus licks
each shiny eagle feather he picks
out of the basket and lovingly sticks
to the ludicrous wings his father’s fixed

Daedalus
needless
to say
refuses to look the other way

listen, oh son
don’t be so dumb
maybe someday you could be someone
the job’s nearly done
our glass almost run
and remember – don’t fly close to the sun

but Icarus was a sucker for showy dramatics
and despite all the drawings and mathematics
can’t resist some aerobatics

he pushes his luck way up to the max
and tragically soon the Med impacts
pride, unfortunately, one of those facts
like using glue instead of wax