The fallen hero lies in regal state, An eidolon of loss for all to grieve; His torch extinguished by the storms of fate Who once ran swift, from morn to dewy eve Who shall we blame for such a woeful waste? Who ground the draft or shot the fateful dart? Was he the tool of academic taste Or victimized by hate and social art? Jason, here's my wreath of fame To whisper glory on your name Jason - such a special one; Jason - with the common touch; Jason - will your name live on? Jason - did you give too much? But now the fury and the deed are done, His legend and his name will never fade; For many fraught with rue will surely come And hear this aural wreath that I have made Jason, here's my wreath of fame To whisper glory on your name
