Ella's father was on a hunting trip
One morning Stepmother woke ella
Get up lazy girl she snapped
I have some news your father is dead
Ella gasped tears filled her eyes
Oh no she cried in pain
Father my poor father
After that nothing was the same
Ella was still kind and polite
But stepmother was now mean
Stepmother gave fancy dresses to her daughters
Ella wore ugly old rags
The stepsisters slept in soft feather beds
Ella slept on a hard bed made of straw
Gert napped all day long
Trudy ate all day long
But stepmother made ella work
She scrubbed swept and mopped
Pretty little ella stepmother said
You think you're better than we are
You think you're prettier too
No I don't ella said
You're my family
I love all of you
Ugh stepmother sneered you're too nice
Go and make my lunch
And tend the fire again
I don't want my daughters to catch a cold
Ella liked to sit near the fire
She remembered her days with father
I miss him so much she thought
The stepsister saw ella by the fire
Trudy giggled you're covered in ashes
Ella likes ashes and cinders gert said
Let's call her Cinderella
