A lonely child, with
Sits Cinderella by the fire;
Her limbs in weariness relaxed,
And in her eyes a sad desire.
But soon a wreath is on her brow;
A bonny prince has claimed her hand;
And shes as proud and happy now
As any lady in the land.
Ah, then to see a
And to have granted what you would,
You only needed to do right,
You only needed to be good.
But this was in the days of old,
When man to wiser folk would bow;
And though you were as good as gold
Youd never see a fairy now.
And yet they must
have managed well
If only half the tales are true,
The wondrous tales the writers tell
Of what the fairies used to do.
But now the world has grown so wise
It does without the fairies aid;
And who can find a prince that tries
The shoe upon a beggar maid?
It must have been
a better time
When virtue always met its due,
And wicked men who dealt in crime
Were punished by the fairies, too.
But never more theyll come again
To give the good what they desire;
And Cinderellas wait in vain,
And weep beside the kitchen fire.