A man might wander, lost, for days.
And Ariadne’s scheme, in fine,
Was just to take a ball of twine
And let the youth unroll the thing
And so be guided by the string.
All went as planned—oh, lucky star!
The sword of Theseus soon was wet,
And slaughtered was the Minotaur;
The king had lost his gruesome pet.
The lovers fled the monarch’s wrath