CINDEREDDIE By Elizabeth Glazier There once was a
handsome young man named Eddie. He was orphaned
and had a stepfamily. They were cruel
and forced him to play servant to them. But he did not
complain, and a better man could not be found than him. He milked their
cows and polished their shoes, Made their beds
and cleaned their rooms. He knew that one
day he would get his reward. One
Tuesday in May, a ball
was announced. A Princess that
must be impressed. His stepbrothers
were going, but Eddie was told, “You, go? Oh, no!” Who would watch
the house if he were to go? They were dressed
up very fine, And they left
about nine. Eddie sat down to
wait their return on a gourd. Then all
of a sudden and out of
nowhere, a funny man appeared. “Why are you on
that gourd? Tell me what’s wrong. You’ve got my ear.” Eddie poured out
his story, his troubles and pains. “I just want to go
to the ball, there’s a princess to gain.” There’s no problem
there, I’ll fix you right up And with a wave of
his wand, Eddie was all dressed up. Then out of his
wand a carriage seemed to be poured. “Quick, get in,
there’s not much time. You must be home
by the midnight chime.” Eddie promised he
would, And away he did
go. The princess he
met. She was very nice. The clock it did
chime, a chill ran through him like ice. “I’ve got to go,”
he shouted as he ran down the Royale Boulevard. But he left his
shoe, and she picked up quick. She took it to
King Daddy, and said, “You must find my pick.” The King searched
the land ‘Til finally he
found Eddie all dirty with sand. This can’t be the
one, he said to himself. So the King
knocked on the door and asked for the owner of the Farm Pelf. The Stepfather
thought very quick, his sons could be a prince, it was what they
deserved. The brothers tried
on the shoe, it did not fit. The King was sure
that of the places he’d looked that this was it. “Is there no one
else here? Another young man perhaps?” “Just Eddie, the
servant boy, but he’s not a ball type of chap.” “Well bring him
here, he must try on the shoe.” So Eddie was
called, and the shoe it fit like it was put on with glue. So he married the
princess, and he was overworked no more. And for
that matter, they lived
happily ever after too.