the little cinder
from La Cenicienta, a Spanish version pop up book about Cinderella
Cinderella. Her sister wants to marry the prince so she cuts off her heel in order to fit in the shoe. The prince discovers the fraud. It is the little feet of the the child who empties out the fireplace that fit the shoe. And so girls learn the importance of small feet when finding a husband. They learn the sex appeal of glass slippers. I caught that revelation in “Who Are You, Polly Maggoo.”
And as I cruised wikipedia, I noticed this jump rope song:
Cinderella dressed in yellow, went upstairs to kiss her fellow, made a mistake she kissed a snake, how many doctors will it take? 1, 2, 3
which sounds a lot like Young MC’s line, “Dressed in yellow, she says ‘Hello’, come sit next to me fine fellow.”
But what’s that matter? At least things rhyme with yellow. How many stories have we lost because we can’t rhyme with orange? There’s a lot of talk about Obama getting rid of Daylight Savings Time and doing some other things to make our lives better. How about inventing some words that can get orange into a jump rope song, Prez?
