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 have to walk!
Aaah!
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!
Aaah!
Minus a heel, Lucinda did her best to swallow the pain
It's a perfect fit, Your Highness
