Skateboarding Down Norwegian Mountain [Dalsnibba]

Give his sevens first instruction, spirit me a game of studs, stakes unscarred, a limitation between a man named gold and a man named mud, and a club filled gold with greedy villains. Till his long green eyes did glow, and mud was left with a sigh and tremble, watching the hard-earned money flow. Flushes fell on gold like water, seems to tear and fade, repaired again, but the ace is going to flew through heaven, and the diamond jack called no man's friend. Now the Diamond Queen saw Mutt's ordeal, began to think of her long-lost son, fell to her knees with a mutter's mercy, and prayed to the angels every one. Now the Diamond Queen, she prayed and prayed, and the Diamond Angels fell Mutt's hole. The wicked King of Clubs himself fell face down in front of Gold. Now three kings come to Club's command, and the angels from the sky did rise. Three kings up on the streets of Gold, three fireballs on Mutt's side. The club queen heard her husband's call, but Lord, that queen of diamonds tore. When the outlaw in the heavenly hall turned out to be a wandering boy. Now mud he checked and gold bet all, and mud he raised and gold did call. And a smile just melted on his face when mud turned over that diamond ace. Now here's what this story's told. If you feel like mud, you'll end up gold.