Cinderella had planted a branch at the grave of her mother And she visited there so often And wept so much That her tears watered it Until it'd 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- What, child? Specify Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor And good fortune, like bad Can befall when least expected 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!