The wind blows south
-and it all falls down.
Where’d it go?
My empire of cards.

The queen’s been beheaded!
and so, if I read it,
I’d still be in court,
as of now.

The king’s gone to rest,
while the ace’s gone wild.
His mighty staff,
crumpled and thrown-

The seconds are ticking,
the cat’s eyes gone round.
May I please have,
just one more round?

The sheet has gone dull,
while the sign is now null.
Oh what can I do, but just cry!

The queen’s been beheaded,
and the king’s gone to rest,
while the ace’s gone terribly wild!
There is no redemption,
and there is nothing worthwhile,
In this world of fallen cards.