She said her name was Cinderella From under her umbrella with the blues. He said his name was Mr Dumpty But she could call him Humpty if she choosed. Then queried "Wasn't it a pity That dear old New York City Was more and more resembling a zoo?"
Humpty talked of birds and berries The Staten Island Ferry and the moon. Cinderella showed her blisters As she told him of her sisters and her broom. And how she sweated with the sweeping While they were always out and reeking of perfume.
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe? Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
And as the sky was clearing He asked her most endearing to the ball.