A lonely girl sat on her own,
From whom all thought of fun had flown.
      No-one cared, it was quite clear,
      And down her cheek there ran a tear.

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But someone cared, oh yes, for sure,
For, without warning, through the door
    Appeared a lady, dressed in white.
    She’d long, blonde hair and eyes so bright.

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"Kindness brings its own reward 
And what you did was not ignored.
     You gave your love, you gave your care.
     With me, you everything did share.

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"Unknown to you, I’ve magic powers,
And I’ll transform your lonely hours."
     Then from a box she took a gown,
     The best you’d find in any town.

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Another box contained the shoes.
Perhaps they weren’t the sort you’d choose!
     Made of glass, you’d think they’d hurt,
     Yet, in them, Cinders felt quite *pert.

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"Come Cinderella, hurry please!
Let’s get you ready now in these."
     It didn’t take poor Cinders long.
     A magic wand helps things along.

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"A coach awaits you at the gate -
A warning too:  Don’t come back late.
     The magic quickly loses power
     Beyond the chiming midnight hour."

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A coach awaited, it was true:
A pumpkin coach - I don’t kid you!
     To pull the coach?  Four horses - white!
      Oh, goodness, what a wondrous sight!

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With footmen standing at the rear
The night ahead seemed very clear 
     And off went Cinders to her ball -
     Of course, the sweetest girl of all.

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* Pert: attractively lively

 

 

 

 

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