mr. mudd & mr. gold

the wicked king of clubs awoke, it was to his queen he turned, his lips were laughing as they spoke, his eyes like bullets burned, the sun's upon a gambling day, his queen smiled low and blissfully, let's make some wretched fool to pay, plain it was she did agree, he sent his deuce down into diamond, his four to heart and his trey to spade, three kinds with their legions come, and preparations soon were made, they voted club the day's commander, give him army face and number, all but the outlaw jack of diamonds, and the aces in the sky, he give his sevens first instruction, spirit me a game of stud, stakes unscarred by limitation, 'tween a man named gold and a man named mudd, club filled gold with greedy vapors, 'till his long green eyes did glow, mudd was left with the sighs and trembles, watching his hard earned money go, flushes fell on gold like water, tens they paired and paired again, but the aces only flew through heaven, and the diamond jack called no man friend, the diamond queen saw mudd's ordeal, began to think of her long lost son, fell to her knees with a mother's mercy, and prayed to the angels, every one, the diamond queen, she prayed and prayed, and the diamond angel filled mudd's hole, the wicked king of clubs himself, fell face down in front of gold, three kings come to club's command, but the angels from the sky did ride, three kings up on the streets of gold, three fireballs on the muddy side, the club queen heard her husband call, but lord, that queen of diamond's joy, when the outlaw in the heavenly hall, turned out to be her wandering boy, mudd, he checked and gold bet all, and mudd, he raised and gold did call, the smile just melted on his face, when mudd turned over that diamond ace, here is what this story's told, you feel like mudd, you'll end up gold, you feel like lost, you'll end up found, so amigos, lay those raises down