Conderella had planted a branch at the grave of her Mother,
and many tears watered it until it had become
a handsome tree.

Cinderella
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 somthing more that I should do?
What is wrong with me, Mother?
Something must be wrong.
I wish-

Cinderella's Mother
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.

Cinderella
Shiver and quiver, little tree,
Silver and gold throw down on me.
I'm off to get my wish