Cinderella had planted a branch at the grave of her Mother
and many tear had watered it until it had 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
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