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 
 [bad word] 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 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