Thousands of years you shone

Brightest in the beast’s breast

The heart of the lion

And forming a billion years before

The ancients knew you

 

 

Regulus, the little king

You are the harbinger of spring

And catch the tail of the moon

Riding her across the Milky Way

When Aristotle knew you

 

 

In those times you kept a secret

You did not beat as one but two

Or maybe four you clever prince

With brothers hidden by your side

But Capernicus knew you

 

 

And in the midnight January sky

I look with an unaided eye

Finding there your stellar host

And Regulus shining, ever and always

Men have known you