Cinderella at the Grave

Cinderella had planted a branch at the grave of her mother

And her many tears 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