Love is such a simple thing to do
When you meet the one, you’ll know she’s it.
Still, I’m left here holding this here shoe,
Trying to find the one whose foot it fits.

The one I love is missing this here shoe.
I danced with her for evenings but alas!
She had to bolt so suddenly, it's true.
And left behind this slipper made of glass.

I’ve searched my kingdom far and wide and this
Here manor is the last one in the realm.
And sisters, two, so eager and one fits!
But oh the sight of blood is overwhelming


These women have cut off half of their feet?
Is someone else here whom I’ve yet to meet?