Mr. Chess

So good to meet you,

Mr. ChessI've always heard that you're the best

At housing knights

And castles high up in the air

So I beseech you,

Mr. ChessTo let me sleep inside your bed

And would you sleep too

Would you sleep too in the chair?

You see, I dream of many things

Of floating solitary kings

Of pawns and people

With blue sequins through their hair

The jesters sings

The bishop brings the queen

A hollow following

And all the pawns and people stop

And people stare

So I too stop

At three o'clock

I stumble to your door

And knockAnd ask to see you

Ask to be you,

Mr. ChessOh,

Mr. ChessNow,

I beseech you,

Mr. ChessTo let me sleep, to let me rest

To let me dream, to let me sing without a care

And I will dream you things so fair

I'll sing you castles in the air

And I will sleep too

I will sleep too, well,

I will rest

Oh, Mr. Chess

My Mr. Chess