街上的灰姑娘穿着破旧的长袍，脚上穿着破旧的拖鞋，使我们整洁的小镇蒙羞;她的灰白头发变得粗糙，雾气模糊了她的目光，在这苦日子的路边卖报纸。灰姑娘曾经是甜美的，美丽的，百合般的美丽，脚上穿着银拖鞋，头发上戴着丝带;坚实的男人向她求婚，她像王子一样生活在仙境，等待着王子。日子过去了，岁月过去了，她是那么惆怅;不理会母亲的叹息，爱人的恳求;在她的唇上唱着欢快的颂歌，在她的心中有一个梦——不久，王子就会来到她的路上，英勇而灿烂。后来她终于明白了真相，她的希望是多么的渺茫;她的美貌和青春一去不复返，留下的是匮乏和痛苦。看! she's waiting all alone; Hark! you hear her cry Papers by the cold curb-stone, Begging you to buy. Winter winds are waxing chill, Clouds rack overhead; Cinderella will be ill, Bye and bye be dead. Yet she kept her vision clear, To Romance was true, Holding him forever dear Whom she never knew. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Cinderellas of to-day Take no chance of loss; When a good guy comes your way, Nail him to the cross. Let some ordinary cuss Your coy heart convince; Never miss the nuptial bus Waiting for a Prince.