Cinderella had planted a branch at the grave of her mother
And she visited there so often
And wept so muchThat her tears watered it
Until it′d become a handsome tree
I've been good and I′ve been kind, mother
Doing only what I learned from you
Why then, am I left behind, mother
Is there something more that I should do?
What is wrong with me, mother?
Something must be wrong
I wish-
What, child?
Specify
Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor
And good fortune, like bad
Can befall when least expected
I wish
Do you know what you wish?
Are you certain what you wish is what you want?
If you know what you want then make a wish
Ask the tree
And you shall have your wish
Shiver and quiver, little tree
Silver and gold throw down on me
I'm off to get my wish!
