Says she, “My dear Cindy, you shan’t at home stop / While they sport their toes at a twopenny hop; / You shall have coach and horses, and shut up the shop, / And wed perhaps to a very fine fellow.” / So she hocussed and pocussed the coach and the pair, / The footman, the coachman, and all else were there, / With a bran span new barber to curl up her hair— / A regular swell Cinderella.