Godmother’s Gift

Ella they are calling,

     can you hear?

Why is it that you're

     trembling in fear?

What have they done to you?

Why are you black and blue?

Don't give up,

     your Prince will come, my dear

Ella, why is your dress

     torn and tattered?

It was the only dress

     to you that mattered

There are tears upon your face

Maybe they should get a taste

Is that horses that i hear

     clip clop and clatter?

Ella, what have the

     wicked sisters done?

Have they had enough

     of horrid fun?

Don't you give up now

Let me show you how

To send those ugly

     bitches on the run

Ella come and see

     my gift for you

It's time to give those girls

     what they are due

You now hold the power

To make them quake and cower

They wont be mocking you

     when we are through

Ella, take the belt now

     don't hold back

Give both of their behinds

     a good hard whack

When with them you are through

One more surprise for you

I've got your step mom

     tied up in the back.