Jason,

That leader, so brave,

The Golden Fleece he did crave,

A band of heroes he did call,

Heracles, Theseus, he had them all!

A boat, the Argo, was their way,

They opened the sails and sailed away!

The prophetic prow guided them through,

To these dangerous lands, unexplored and new,

Orpheus's lyre drowned out the voices,

Of the siren's song, loud and bodacious,

Once there, the king did not want to give the fleece,

Unless Jason did three tasks,

That required intelligence, as well as magic, and fast!

Luckily for him,

Medea fell in love,

And gave him a lotion,

That would set the magic bulls in motion,

Jason then dug a trench,

Longer than the king's,

Medea then set the snake asleep,

And told him how to defeat the men,

Sowed from dragon's teeth,

In haste, they did run,

Medea saving her father's youngest son,

On the ship, they did jump,

And sailed away, towards the sea,

But the kings men were not far from thee,

Cutting up her brother, Medea threw him in the water,

The king stopped to collect the pieces,

Letting the Argo sail through the water freely,

Of course, Jason's happiness did not last,

He sent Medea's love off to the past,

He married another and let Medea go,

But Medea did not take his no,

Kill his new wife and her father she did,

And many years later,

Jason was dead,

Killed by the prophetic prow of his own beloved ship,

He had wasted away,

Unloved, and unwept.