Sionary He went off to gain some honor
He knew the bad man was a goner
He had trained from The Book
He was no longer a rook
His honor he would gain by winning
He would hurt the bad man for sinning
For he was the Knight of the Cross
He fought only for his Boss
For God was his Lord
His figurative sword
His words were firm and clear
And it brought a small gentle tear
From the big evil man
It had all worked in God’s master plan