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.