There is nothing in this game that is medium

The queen taken, takes this to the premium

The jester it seems is out to steal the crown

And while Jack and Jill came tumbling down

There was no one but you and I to catch

All those thing we knew that should fetch

Even as we keep finding life has gone priceless

And all of our top advisors might advise us

That the corner into which we find we paint

Has a certain rancor and a bit of that taint

But not enough to throw us from of scent

In knowing and feeling that it is heaven sent

This game they say is the game of kings

Teaching us strategy for whatever tomorrow brings