The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
all on a summer’s day!
the Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts,
and took em quite away!
The King of Hearts, from his palace did depart
and all but spoke his heart.
“the Knave, God bless his soul and keep him apart,
for otherwise, I would have had to eat those tarts!
The Queen, full of rage, the King’s despise she dread,
from the quilt of her balcony yelled: “off with his head”!
