Daedalus

Daedalus and Icarus,
They made their wings of wax.
They flew into the sky
But could not pay the tax.

The Sun it begrudged them
The right to fly so high
So Icarus was made to fall
And so he did die.

Daedalus, however,
Was smarter than his son.
He landed safely on the ground
And would've fetched a gun.

Had they been invented then,
The match, it would be fairer
Instead he went to a funeral,
For his son a coffin-bearer.

All of Greece did mourn the loss
Except the King of Crete.
He saw himself victorious
And in Icarus defeat.

But time, it seems, has robbed the King
Of all his fame and glory,
For everyone knows Icarus
And all know his story.

A tale of imprisonment
In a labyrinth so dense,
Created by its prisoners
And stronger than any fence;

The only means of escape
Was to be just like a bird,
And history remembers them
For the lesson's often heard

Pride, it comes before a fall,
And Icarus fell so far,
Though his father warned him
He wouldn't have bar.

So listen to your father
And your mother, too,
For they have learnt life's lessons
And know them to be true.