The cinders gave me my identity first...
But a benevolent godmother with fairy dust so fine,
Had for me a dress of gold and silver threads entwine!
A tap on the head turned 'em six mice to dapple-gray steed,
my chariot - the moon, the witches, the charm and more decreed;
Caged-rat-to-coachman fix -
With liveried footmen come from lizards six!
Dainty lil' glass slippers to carry me,
back before the witching hour - I outta be!
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