And the ladies all gathered, admiring her frock,
When, suddenly 12 was struck on the clock.
"Oh my, I must leave." our Ella did cry,
And over the steps she started to fly.

Her slipper came off and lay on the stair,
But she couldn't go back, she knew she'd not dare,
Into the coach and away pell-mell,
Going before the end of the spell.

Into the house as the last stroke was struck,
Heaving a sigh, not believing her luck.
Suddenly everything was as before,
The spell it was broken, the magic no more.

Again he was wearing his step sister's dress,
And the clothes scattered round, the place in a mess.
"I wonder if God Mother passed her first test?"
He suddenly felt that he needed a rest.

He collapsed in a chair and fell fast asleep,
Thinking that all the cleaning would keep.
But he slept far too long and his mother arrived.
And it seemed to poor Bobby that fate had contrived,

Contrived to get him in more of a mess,
For here he was wearing his step sisters dress.
And his mother and sisters were looking at him,
And his mother's expression was awfully grim.

"So, that's what you do when we are away,
Well, from now on, that's how you'll stay."
When he woke the next morning it was with dismay,
He found that his clothes had been taken away.

And what do you think was left in their place?
His sisters'' old dresses of satin and lace.
It seemed he must wear them all of the time,
For someone transgendered this wasn't a crime.

So, he knew at once just what to do,
And he put on the dress and the underwear too.
As he went down the stairs to start on a chore,
There came a great thunderous knock at the door.