Narrator: Cinderella had planted a branch at the grave of her mother, and her many tears watered until it had become a handsome tree
Cinderella:
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..
Mother:
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
Cinderella:
Shiver and quiver, little tree
Silver and gold throw down on me
I'm off to get my wish!