Mr. Chess

So good to meet you,
Mr. ChessI've always heard that you're the best
At housing knights
And castles high up in the air
So I beseech you,
Mr. ChessTo let me sleep inside your bed
And would you sleep too
Would you sleep too in the chair?
You see, I dream of many things
Of floating solitary kings
Of pawns and people
With blue sequins through their hair
The jesters sings
The bishop brings the queen
A hollow following
And all the pawns and people stop
And people stare
So I too stop
At three o'clock
I stumble to your door
And knockAnd ask to see you
Ask to be you,
Mr. ChessOh,
Mr. ChessNow,
I beseech you,
Mr. ChessTo let me sleep, to let me rest
To let me dream, to let me sing without a care
And I will dream you things so fair
I'll sing you castles in the air
And I will sleep too
I will sleep too, well,
I will rest
Oh, Mr. Chess
My Mr. Chess