Helpers

They tease me with Cinderella, Because by the fire, not sparing strength,
In the kitchen I work, I work, I work with the stove, I work,
And I'm always in ash.
Because I'm kind, I'm trying hard in the morning Until late at night.
Anyone can order, and thank me to say
Neither wants to.
Because I am meek, I am blacker than coal. It's not my fault.
Oh, I was little white! Oh, I had a reputation for being pretty
But once upon a time!
I hide my sorrow. I don't cry, but sing, I even smile.
But will I never go anywhere
From ash and soot!