Cinderella Poetry

Cinderella
by Caroline Hazard
(1856–1945)

The pumpkins are gathered,
Come, children, come,
The pumpkins are gathered
And safely brought home.
Here is the oxcart
Piled up so high
With great golden pumpkins,
Come, come, we cry!

Now they are emptied
Out on the green,
And such fine pumpkins
Never were seen!
Come and dance round them,
Come, children, come,
The pumpkins are gathered
And safely brought home.

Here is the biggest,
Roll it with care
Out on the greensward,
How round and fair!
Here’s Dorothy ready,
And now she shall ride
Up to the palace
To be a sweet bride.

There, do you see her?
Cinderella is she,
There is her chariot
Gorgeous to see.
There are her horses—
Mice, do you know?—
See Dorothy riding;
What a fine show!

’Tis only a pumpkin—
What do you say?
I see Cinderella
As plain as the day.
Come and dance round her,
Come, children, come,
The pumpkins are gathered
And safely brought home!

from Narragansett Ballads with Songs and Lyrics (1894)