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As the Prince anxiously waited
The stepmother took matters and Florinda's foot
Into her own hands
Careful my toe
Darling I know
What do we do?
It'll have to go
But when you're his bride
You can sit or ride
You'll never need to walk
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Minus one toe, Florinda mounted the Prince's horse
Unaware of the blood dripping from the slipper
Lucinda was next
Why won't it fit?
Darling be still
Cut off a bit of the heel and it will
And when you're his wife
You'll have such a life
You'll never need to walk
Minus a heel, Lucinda did her best to swallow the pain
It's a perfect fit, Your Highness