Cinderella:
He was tall, very tall,
And his eyes were clear and blue.
He was slim, very slim.
In his coat of snowy hue.

When he walked across the ballroom floor,
He was like a thing divine;
And all the ladies turned their heads,
And naturally, I turned mine.

The chandeliers were shooting stars;
The drums and horns and soft guitars
Were sounding more like nightingales;
The window curtains blew like sails
And I was floating just above the floor,
Feeling slightly taller than before.

He was tall, very tall,
And his eyes were clear and blue.