I like carmel. I like salt.
I like things that aren’t my fault.
I like chickens, ducks, and geese.
Star Wars rules. So does John Cleese.
I like monkeys, apes and such.
I like girls a bit too much.
What I don’t like is being made of wood
And shaped into a pawn. That just ain’t good.
I live a life of constant war.
In the middle I die, but the sides are a bore.
I don’t have films or birds or caramel
And, surrounded by pieces, I feel abnarmel
And that’s not all! In my whole world
There only is a single girl
Who’s married to my weak-ass boss
Who me into the fray does toss.
We are the lonely pawns, the guards,
And we hope one day you’ll decide to play cards.