There was once a rich man whose wife lay sick, The new wife brought two daughters home with her, they named her Cinderella. "The first twig, father, that strikes against your hat on the way home; that is what I should like you to bring me." The good must be put in the dish, The bad you may eat if you wish." "Little tree, little tree, shake over me, That silver and gold may come down and cover me." "There they go, there they go! There is blood on her shoe; The shoe is too small, Not the right…
