Ail

Icarium

/:From whichever past we hail:/

/:By the time we set sail:/

/:From the sky comes hale:/

/:By that moment were of the trail:/

/:So we sent aur aunty an e-mail:/

/:We then came though a vail:/

/:Noon we came to shore:/

/:So by then we were tired to the core:/

/:We werent ready for more:/

/:Enough happend to become a folklore:/

/:For the bards to dont bore:/

/: In the ballds they explore:/

/:By now we are in need:/

/:To sow the last seed:/

/:From past time greed:/

/:It slawned a new breed:/

/:Of newly yeasted meed:/

/:From legends we now read:/