The boy stood on the burning deck,
The flames around him red
Blew on his feet and danced like heck,
Darned good hot foot, he said

What fool would burn these playing cards
Some weird mischievous elf
If I were King, I'd call the guards,
And hang the imp, myself !

He rubbed his scorched and sizzled toes
And whimpered from the pain
A half burned joker on the floor
Evoked a thought, "Insane!"

The king and queen of hearts survived
As did the jack, ten, nine
Aha! he said, a high straight flush
A pot of luck is mine..

The boy stood on the burning deck,
It's trademark was a bike
He thought, I do like playing cards,
But burns, I do not like

Thoughts wandered to card games he'd played
Old poker memories
If asked right now. "How many cards?"
He'd say, "I'll stand on these.."

He spied a spade among the charred
And with a scowl, he said,
I'll use that spade to bury him,
The scoundrel, when he's dead..

I'll use that spade to bury him
The scoundrel, when he's dead..