Cinderella had planted a branch at the grave of her mother

And she visited there so often

And wept so muchThat 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!