Cinderella and her magic dog Bella - Tara Turner sings Tudor by GM Jon

This is the story of Cinderella
And of her magic dog called Bella
She was treated bad by her ugly sisters
A very nasty pair of twisters

Boo, hiss, hope they come out in blisters.
They’re a very nasty pair of sisters.
They used to laugh and call her Cinders
And even pulled her hair and fingers.

Bella was a fairy dog in disguise 
Didn’t like what was happening before her eyes
Saw what to do with a fairy glance
When the news arrived of a Royal dance

Always plotting for her to fall
Her sisters stopped Cinders attending the ball
Bella uses her magic skills
To rescue Cinders from intended ills.

They left her without a backward glance.
As they drove off to attend the dance.
Cinders stayed to clean pots and pans
But Bella had quite different plans

She stopped this  story from turning tragic
By wagging her tail to work her magic.
A glittering coach appeared in a trice
Made from a pumpkin and pulled by three mice

“Here’s a glittering ballroom dress
That makes you look like a real princess.
Wear these glass slippers on your dainty feet
You will captivate a Prince you will meet.

Just one more thing: my magic power
Comes to an end at the midnight hour
Remember when that time is crossed
You must be back, or all will be lost”

Cinderella was a smash hit at the ball
Her beauty and grace were admired by all
The Prince was smitten at very first sight
And danced every dance with her all through the night

“All through the night?”
“You heard me right”

“But what happened at midnight?”

“What happened? The spell was broken
In exactly the way that Bella had spoken”

Oh, no! 
Oh yes!

The spell was broken. Half out of her mind
Cinderella ran off, left a slipper behind
The Prince was distraught too, but then played a blinder
And vowed he would search all his kingdom to find her

The search began to find out who
Had a foot size to match the discarded shoe
Both the ugly sisters tried
And tried and tried until they cried

But unaware of what to do
They let Cinderella try on the shoe
“It matches” the Prince cried with glee
“Come back to my palace and marry me”

“I will, I will’ said Cinderella 
“ as long as I can bring my dog called Bella”
Her previous life of sadness was ending
And that’s how my story has a happy ending.

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This is the story of Cinderella And of her magic dog called Bella She was treated bad by her ugly sisters A very nasty pair of twisters Boo, hiss, hope they come out in blisters. They’re a very nasty pair of sisters. They used to laugh and call her Cinders And even pulled her hair and fingers. Bella was a fairy dog in disguise Didn’t like what was happening before her eyes Saw what to do with a fairy glance When the news arrived of a Royal dance Always plotting for her to fall Her sisters stopped Cinders attending the ball Bella uses her magic skills To rescue Cinders from intended ills. They left her without a backward glance. As they drove off to attend the dance. Cinders stayed to clean pots and pans But Bella had quite different plans She stopped this story from turning tragic By wagging her tail to work her magic. A glittering coach appeared in a trice Made from a pumpkin and pulled by three mice “Here’s a glittering ballroom dress That makes you look like a real princess. Wear these glass slippers on your dainty feet You will captivate a Prince you will meet. Just one more thing: my magic power Comes to an end at the midnight hour Remember when that time is crossed You must be back, or all will be lost” Cinderella was a smash hit at the ball Her beauty and grace were admired by all The Prince was smitten at very first sight And danced every dance with her all through the night “All through the night?” “You heard me right” “But what happened at midnight?” “What happened? The spell was broken In exactly the way that Bella had spoken” Oh, no! Oh yes! The spell was broken. Half out of her mind Cinderella ran off, left a slipper behind The Prince was distraught too, but then played a blinder And vowed he would search all his kingdom to find her The search began to find out who Had a foot size to match the discarded shoe Both the ugly sisters tried And tried and tried until they cried But unaware of what to do They let Cinderella try on the shoe “It matches” the Prince cried with glee “Come back to my palace and marry me” “I will, I will’ said Cinderella “ as long as I can bring my dog called Bella” Her previous life of sadness was ending And that’s how my story has a happy ending.

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