Dear fairy godmother,
I'm ready for my fairy tale.
Please get me, soon,
A handsome, knightly male.
Is it too much for me to be a wife,
Since I've only swept ashes all my life?
Please - I'm ready to lose my glassy shoe;
My fairy tale has long been due.
Dear missus witch,
Please cast a spell
So a prince can come,
Then make things well.
Fairy godmother's failed to show,
And you're the only other one I know
Who clearly has the powers to
Spark my fairy tale long since due.
Dear missus witch,
It was awfully unique
Of you to turn me into
A bird with no beak,
And though I am a sight
Hard for a prince to miss,
Where ever shall he
Ever kiss?
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