After all these years, The Black King comes riding in

To rescue me from your sick besetting sin

Of laziness that infiltrates your very breast

Jealous of the bright and shining rest

Of all my wit and wisdom that is displayed

For one and all to see and was played

Your friendly Bishop was in on it too

My brightness did daily eschew.

Your rubbed your hands at my demise

And the glory of God in woman you despise

Your verdict now lingers in the air

For you are plunged into a deep despair

How will you answer the judgment call

When the holy gavel will on you fall?

For she is rampant and now free

She rests easy and life is sweet – a tree

That yields rich fruit and will hold you down

Until the day of heaven’s frown.