Long ago in a land far away,
A boy named Cinder-Elliot did play.
He was happy and free ’til that sad day came
When his mother died and step-father placed blame.
Years passed and Elliot toiled
His step-brothers poked fun, his happy plans foiled.
One day a change came by,
When a royal messenger did fly
By their place of home
And said, “The royal family wishes you to come
To a grand gala this Friday night
In hopes that our fair princess might
Find the man of her dreams
For single she is now, it seems.”
Step-father closed the door
“You shall not go,” he did roar.
Elliot begged and pleaded,
Eventually, his stubbornness depleted.
The night of the ball, he got locked in the cellar,
Later that night, along came Fairy God Feller,
Who sprang Elliot from his cell,
And in the mud he nearly fell.
Fairy God Feller poofed up a suit,
With a mask and a cane to boot.
He rushed to the ball
Almost halfway through it all,
Bursting in the entryway,
Cinder-Elliot caused quite a fray.
The princess looked up with shock on her face,
And after a few dances, whisked Elliot away from his horrible place.
His stepfather did rage while his stepbrothers fainted,
Their looks of surprise on a mural forever painted.
The years flew by with merriment and laughter,
As they lived (dare I say it?) happily ever after