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!