No, never was a knight so strong
As Rumple Drilts Klaree.
She once pulled the night along
To meet the shining sea,
Held up the stone bird’s mountain wing
So its chicks could leave the nest,
While hilly chicks are no small thing
In youth was her toughest test –
She saw the things that troubled
Her troublemaking self,
And turned them all to wholesome rubble
Instead of turning on ourselves.

The beauty of the Cardinal Knight
Lies in who’s on guard.
If you feel strong Cardinal bite,
Join the Order of the Cards.