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 back way   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 round   And this is what she told the gathered throng:      "Go to the store by the dungeon   Take all the red paint, take all the white   Make up a newborn color   Cover your neighbor, we'll be all right"      "There will be no game today," she cried across the board   "Everyday 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