Dirty-ella
Birds are screaming,
Mice are running
But who will make it stop?
Once Upon A Time...
three words quoted so dearly
that they nearly lost all sense
a broken telephone
she wasn’t actually alone
A fireplace girl with skin like pearls
all covered in dust and grime
but she loved the dirt
contrary
the mud is a bath
and her hair isn’t naturally brown
No
A stepmother who can’t stand the smell
and sisters who can’t stand a mess
so she’s off on her own
which, sad to say,
is with the piggies
She would sing her songs all day long
A Cinderella choir for one
a painful concert for all
Until all of a sudden a chance came along
so the mice sat and they plotted
the cats removed what rotted
the horses scrubbed what had spotted
and the cows didn’t do anything at all
thanks cows
But a dance had arrived
the animals were smart
and concocted their plan
Scrub, a dub
remove ashes and Cinders from the tub
no one needs a dirty princess
but a dirty prince
They say pigstys are a disaster
but have you seen
a royal suite
Cinderella, my friends, was quite
complete.
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