Once an Oracle warned of danger to the King of Thebes
For his life and for his child
So from the crib he took his new-born son
Gave him to a herdsman with orders he should k** him
But the herdsman, filled with pity
Could not k** the child but left him tied against a tree
Found by a peasant who took him to his masters
Where he was adopted: Oedipus they named him
After many years the King was travelling
When his way was blocked by a chariot
He ordered him to move away
But because he was slow to obey
They k**ed his steed
The stranger, enraged, murdered the King
The stranger's name was Oedipus
He, unaware, had k**ed his father
Little did he know he would soon be King
So the prophecy reached fulfilment
The warning of the Oracle had had its way.