As Cinderella swept the kitchen floor

she dreamed about the Prince's ball that night

a perfect chance to meet a paramour

forbidden by Step-Mother out of spite.

The sisters sashayed off - an ugly sight

and Cinders felt her lonely teardrops fall

then suddenly there came a flash of light

a fairy said: "You're going to the ball!"

"Be home by twelve, remember!" came the call

but dancing with a Prince can hypnotize

this man so rugged, handsome, dark and tall

he held her close and stared into her eyes.

She had to flee on hearing midnight's bell,

he found her with a shoe - it turned out well.