Cinderella:
In my own little corner,
In my own little chair,
I can be whatever I want to be.
On the wing of my fancy
I can fly anywhere
And the world will open its arms to me.

I am in the royal palace, of all places!
I am chatting with the Prince and King and Queen,
And the color of my two stepsisters’ faces
Is a queer sort of sour-apple green.

I am coy and flirtatious when alone with the Prince...
I’m the belle of the ball
In my own little corner,
All alone
In my own
Little chair.

Godmother:
Fol-de-rol and fiddledy dee,
Fiddledy faddledy foddle,
All the wishes in the world
Are poppycock and twaddle!

I just knew I would find you
In the same little chair
In the pale pink mist of a foolish dream.

Fol-de-rol and fiddledy dee,
Fiddledy faddledy foodle,
All the dreamers in the world
Are dizzy in the noodle!