Cinderella
Corrupt daughters of remarried stepmother
In servitude place our poor Cinderella
No ball, they intend, until pigeons come hither
Dress Cindy up to catch the eye of a fella
Everyone dances to find Prince a bride
Round and round the floor, our two lovers glide
Evening came around for the young prince and the maiden
Leaving Prince a gold shoe and princess to happen upon
Locked away, Cinderella’s fate seems unfilled
Armed with love and a shoe, Prince finds his bride still.
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