One move makes you larger
And one move makes you small
And the other ones
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall
And she is chasing yours pawns
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking grandmaster
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and she tells them where to go
And you've just missed some sort of pawn push
And your time is getting low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know
When logic and proportion
Have left you fallen
And the black Connected Knights are forking forwards
And the white Queen is overwhelmed
and wishing she was off the board
Remember what the grandmaster said
Feed your initiative
Feed your initiati