Cinderella Cinderella
There at the ball
Dancing with her love
Not thinking at all
She knows not
Her beau in black
But of passion and want
Her smiles do not lack
Deeper in supposed love
She falls headfirst
As his starry-eyed words
Quench her thirst
At the chime of the clock
Her mind awakes
Instantly perceiving
All her mistakes
From the room
She does flee
Freed from her lovesick dream
She finally does see
Her love was a hoax
Crafted and fake
She knew nothing of the man
For whom her heart did ache
She left behind a shoe
Of silver glass
For later her swain to find
And mourn his lost lass
He looked through every home
In every village and town
And found only hopeful misses
Hoping for the crown
When he spotted
His inamorata at last
He was distressed to find
Her love for him had past
With another
Whom she knew well
Cinderella lived happily
Ever after