Here comes her cruel Stepmother, / No woman could be meaner; / Poor Cinderella begs in vain, / "Please buy a vacuum cleaner".

It is the morning after,
Oh, what a dreary sight;
The kitchen is so dusty,
And that fire so hard to light.
The smoke and dust soon fill the room,
That chimney must want sweeping,
Poor Cinders gets the blame again,
And back she goes to weeping.