None can fault the Holy Grail

The Words there will never fail

Imagination plays its part

In the mind of Art.

Only one source of sweet repose

In the Word as all the pieces know

The Thin White Queen knows it too

And that Word she will never eschew.

The playing of the mind adds spice

To an otherwise lonely life

Don’t confuse the truth with play

Know the Word and forever stay

In the field of the battle for the mind

To the Thin White Queen be kind…

She plays a game with your psyche

Watch out for the trip up mighty

That will trick you into thoughts confusing

And lead you into holy musing…

To The Thin White Queen give honour due

She loves you and you and you…