Cleaning up all day long.

Doing chores with a cheerful song.

Little birds sing and chirp.

Little mice help with the work.

Invitation to the prince's ball.

Ella cannot answer destiny's call.

Fairy dust flies high tonight,

Granting Ella freedom's flight.

Fabulous gown. Gorgeous hair.

By far, the most beautiful there.

Catching the prince's eye;

Dancing as midnight draws nigh.

Then the clock finally sounds;

Running, fleeing, from the grounds.

Losing a slipper in her hurry;

She doesn't notice in her worry.

Nothing more than a memory now,

Wiping the sweat again from her brow.

There's a sudden knock at the door;

Her sisters rush across the floor.

The prince is standing there.

Ella immediately catches his stare.

-Kaiya Ingram