|Chris & Christina Guild and Andrew J. Parks||John W. Kennedy|
Cinderella dust-maid! Cinderella dust-maid!
Lives upon an ashheap, happy as a chimney-sweep!
Dust upon her forehead! Ashes for a girl’s bed!
Hair looks like a rat’s nest;
dress, it hangs in tatters.
Smells just like the pigsty, not that it really matters.
Reading books just makes me bored.
“I’m very sweet”—oh what a roar!
Father drinks to forget.
Mother died the day they met.
Cinderella dust-maid, why can’t we be you?
Cinderella dust-maid, why can’t we be you——
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