Orpheus
Orpheus had music magical and free
Until he lost Eurydice
His music's price
Was Eurydice's life
And he mourned his Eurydice
Away to hell Orpheus fled
His friends all said that dead is dead
Pluto heedless of his plea
Would not release Eurydice
Pluto traded life for life
Orpheus traded wife for wife
In the end her soul he gained
But his music sounded sprained
This was the price for Eurydice
For in this life there's naught that's free
Everything gets paid for