All cards are marked it's a game of chance

Fate collides leading us a merry dance,

Slight of hand, very quick

Nine or twenty, one card trick.

Luck never gives it only lends

Playing the cards always contends,

Fate never looses it deals so svelte

It was always to be the hand to be dealt.

So now all cards are marked

As the next deck is parked

And all fates will collide

When at the table you next reside