She was a poor girl,
Jumbled by family curls.

She was alone with her father
But became lonely when lost him too,
She lived with a cruel step mother
And had 3 burden step sisters too.

One day when Cindrella was moping the floor,
The prince's minister knocked the door
Invited all the country girls in the pride
To choose the prince's bride.

Every girl was blooming with a smile
Each was preparing for the nightfile,
Cindrella...