The prince secured the slipper, Until he saw the maiden That he would wed the lady They scarce could get a toe in; The fairy came that moment And turned her rags to lace; Dressed her in royal apparel, The prince's throne to grace. But Cinderella ever Was kind and good and true; Yes, even to her sisters, Who did their malice rue. Each tale a lesson teaches, Try hard to do their duty, HE churchyard of our village, The elders in sage converse, By those who knew the wide world, And a returning wanderer Would tell of where he'd been, And brave things he'd accomplished, And gallant sights he'd seen. And while we sat and listened We dreamt of future triumphs, S WINGING in the apple-trees, Look at Mary, Dick, and Tom, Gently do these boys, so kind, So she laughs and screams with joy, N a pretty little nest, |