![]() You see, your mother was with child, and she had developed an unusual appetite. ![]() They were a handsome couple, but not handsome neighbors. We've no food nor money and no choice but to sell her while she can still command a price But Milky White is my best friend in the whole world! Look at her! There are bugs on her dugs There are flies in her eyes There's a lump on her rump Big enough to be a cow Son, we've no time to sit and dither While her withers wither with her And no one keeps a cow for a friend Sometimes I fear you're touched Into the woods, it's time to go I hate to leave, I have to, though Into the woods, it's time, and so I must begin my journey Into the woods and through the trees To where I am expected, ma'am Into the woods to Grandmother's house Into the woods to Grandmother's house You're certain of your way? The way is clear The light is good I have no fear Nor no one should The woods are just trees The trees are just wood I sort of hate to ask it But do you have a basket? Don't stray and be late And save some of those sweets for Granny Into the woods and down the dell The path is straight, I know it well Into the woods and who can tell What lies along the journey? Into the woods to bring some bread To Granny who is sick in bed Never can tell what lies ahead For all that I know, she's already dead But into the woods Into the woods Into the woods To Grandmother's house And home before dark Fly, birds Back to the sky Back to the eaves And the leaves And the fields And the Hurry up and do my hair, Cinderella Are you really wearing that Here, I found a little tear, Cinderella Can't you hide it with a hat? You look beautiful I know She means me Put it in a twist Mother said be good Father said be nice That was always their advice So be nice, Cinderella Good, Cinderella Nice good good nice Tighter! What's the good of being good If everyone is blind And you're always left behind Never mind, Cinderella Kind Cinderella Nice good nice kind good nice Not that tight! Sorry Clod! In the past, when you were no more than a babe, your father brought his young wife and you to this cottage. Milky White must be taken to market But Mother, no, he's the best cow Was, was! She's been dry for a week. If you have picked them out again in two hours' time, you shall go to the ball with us And perhaps a sticky bun? Or four? Birds in the sky Birds in the eaves And the leaves In the fields In the castles and ponds And a few of those pies, please Come, little birds Down from the eaves And the leaves Over fields Out of castles and ponds No, squeeze, pal Ah! Quick, little birds Flick through the ashes Pick and peck, but swiftly sift through the ashes Into the pot Listen well, son. Jack, on the other hand, had no father, and his mother I wish Well, she was not quite beautiful I wish my son were not a fool I wish my house was not a mess I wish the cow was full of milk I wish the walls were full of gold I wish a lot of things You foolish child! What in heaven's name are you doing with the cow inside the house? A warm environment might be just what Milky White needs to produce his milk It's a she! How many times must I tell you? Only shes can give milk Why, come in, little girl I wish It's not for me It's for my Granny in the woods A loaf of bread, please To bring my poor old hungry Granny in the woods Just a loaf of bread, please Cinderella's stepmother had a surprise for her I have emptied a pot of lentils into the ashes for you. I wish my cow would give us some milk More than anything I wish we had a child Please, pal I want a child Squeeze, pal I wish to go to the festival I wish you'd give us some milk Or even cheese I wish we might have a child I wish You wish to go to the festival? The poor girl's mother had died You, Cinderella, the festival? You wish to go to the festival? What, you, Cinderella, the festival? The festival? What, you wish to go to the festival? The festival? The king's festival? And her father had taken for his new wife The festival? A woman with two daughters of her own Look at your nails Look at your dress People would laugh at you Nevertheless I/You/She still wish to go to the festival And dance before the prince? All three were beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart.
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