The Fairie
It was the day of the ball and poor Cindy was left home
She was cleaning and scrubbing and cooking too
But along can Fairy Godmother: Bibitty Boppity Boo!
Cindy was surprised at the grandness of her luck
To have a fairy who gave her so much hope and had so much spunk
Her dreadful dress turned into Sunday's best
Her pumpkin turned into a carriage
And by twelve she hoped she'd be on the road to marriage
Unbeknowst that Godmother had other plans
Cindy climbed into her carriage only to be trapped inside
Because before anything else the Godmother was a fairie
And mischeif was how she thrived
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