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And is this story now complete?
Was Cinders’ romance just a cheat?
     You’ll all know that this wasn’t true!
     Remember that she dropped her shoe?

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Next day, well everybody knew
The story of the fallen shoe -
     Of how a girl won Charming’s heart,
     And how, in haste, she did depart.

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The Queen, his mother, said next day:
'You stupid boy!!  What did you say?
     Something was said to cause this haste!
     Good money spent!  Oh, what a waste!'

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Poor Charming looked so sad and down,
But sent his men across the town.
    'Seek her whose foot will fit this shoe,
      And hurry now!  No more ado!'

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From house to house; from door to door -
Oh what a long and tedious chore!
     From foot to foot, with little luck,
     The footmen tore around amuck!

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At four o’clock they tried once more
And knocked upon a certain door.
      The shoes were tried, but once again
       It seemed to them 'twas all in vain. 

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'Oh we give up,' they said and sighed,
But just before they left they spied
     A girl in rags cleaning the floor:
     'We’ve not tried this girl’s foot before!'

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The step-mum tried to keep her cool
But said: 'You’re nothing but two fools.
      She’d never go to such a ball;
      She’s just a skivvy after all!'

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But, when the slipper it was tried,
It fitted Cinders who, with pride,
     Admitted that the night before
      She’d danced upon the royal floor.

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And Charming?  What when he was told?
His face was something to behold.      
     With Cinderella in his arms
     He once again beheld her charms.

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He looked down at her lovely face
And knew no girl would take her place.
      A royal wedding soon was planned
      And held within an abbey grand.

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The bells rang out and people waved;
The step-sisters were well-behaved.
      Charming gazed down with such pride
      Upon his darling little bride.

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This story’s almost reached its end
But a moral’s here you can depend:
      Life may seem dull; you may be bored,
      But goodness brings its own reward.

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