And poured down floods
His anger would not be soothed
His nature was wild, untamed
But Prometheus had a son
His name, Deucalion
And he reigned over Phthia
With his wife Pyrrha
Warned of the oncoming deluge
He quickly built a chest
Large enough for him and wife
And by this they survived
Floating to the top of mountains
They were lucky to be alive
