Our Tukid has ridden a Chessberg away
On a grammical Aziph turned down
Your Chessberg’s an iceberg, the Queen tried to say
But iceberg’s a nice burg to hang round
The King has turned blind, disappointment and spite
The tip of the iceberg and money
The Queen’s awake, worried about mating all knight
On a diet of bread without Honey
So, if you see Kay, if you see our Kay
If you see our Tukay-Tukid
Tell her the Queen has abandoned the scene
Of the Save-our-King-from-himself bid
Our Tukid’s a King, playing limited moves
On a board dominated by nights
The Queen has been beating out timid tattoos
Unheard, since she’s lost all her rights
So, the King takes his ice and the Queen takes her song
To their separate beds every night
Each trying to say, oh, if you see Kay
I’m really feeling all right
I’m feeling all right
The feeling’s all right
The Queen is all right
The Queen was I
I’m feeling all right