From Door to Door, from Wife to Wife,
Thro’ all the Land the Fashion spread
For Woolen and the Simple Life.
New looms sprang up on every hand
And shepherds prospered in the land.
Poor God-mamma, ’twas her last caper;
One night to throw some Light about
She changed herself into a Taper,
And Cinderella blew her out.
The Princess then divorced the Prince,