text: He made his way to the border
  In the shadow, under the trees
  Down by a stream, in a hollow
  Turn your head, feel the breeze
  And the Red Queen was waiting for the news
  For the White King to move
  And the balance hung upon the head of one who tried
  To stay within the shadows
  And keep his undercover secret tight
  They let him in by a backway
  Into a chamber reserved for the Queen
  She took the note that he gave her
  Opened it slowly and started to read
  Run to the treasury and bring me back some gold
  Give it to the pawn who came, she cried
  He says the White King thinks the game of chess is wrong
  And all the courtiers crowded her
  And this is what she told the gathered round
  Go to the store by the dungeon
  Take all the red paint, take all the white
  Make up a newborn colour
  Cover your neighbor, well be alright
  There will be no game today, she cried across the board
  Every day will be a holiday
  And all the pieces cheered as tidings spread abroad
  And the Pink Queen sat
  And smiled at the cat, who smiled back