| I’m Hans Christian Andersen, | 
| I’ve many a tale to tell | 
| And though I’m a cobbler, | 
| I’d say I tell them rather well | 
| I’ll mend your shoes and I’ll fix your boot | 
| when I have a moment free | 
| when I’m not otherwise occupied | 
| as a purple duck, or a mountain side, | 
| or a quarter after three | 
| I’m Hans Christian Andersen, | 
| Andersen, that’s me! | 
| I’m Hans Christian Andersen, | 
| I bring you a fable rare | 
| There once was a table, | 
| who said «Oh how I’d love a chair» | 
| And then and there came a sweet young chair | 
| all dressed in a bridal gown | 
| He said to her in a voice so true | 
| «Now I did not say I would marry you | 
| But I would like to sit down» | 
| I’m Hans Christian Andersen, | 
| Andersen’s in town. | 
| I write myself a note each day, | 
| and I place it in my hat. | 
| The wind comes by, the hat blows high | 
| but that not the end of that | 
| For 'round and 'round the world it goes | 
| it lands here right behind myself, | 
| I pick it up, and I read the note, | 
| which is merely to remind myself | 
| I’m Hans Christian Andersen, | 
| Andersen, that’s me! | 
| I’m Hans Christian Andersen, | 
| My pen’s like a babling brook | 
| Pemit me to show you, Dear Sir, | 
| my very latest book | 
| Now here’s a tale of a simple fool, | 
| just glance at a page or two | 
| You laugh «Ha Ha"but you blush a bit | 
| For you realize while you’re reading it | 
| That it’s also reading you | 
| I’m Hans Christian Andersen, | 
| Andersen, that’s who! | 
| I’m Hans Christian Andersen, | 
| and this is an April day | 
| It’s full of the magic I need | 
| to speed me my way | 
| My pocket book has an empty look | 
| I limp on a lumpy shoe | 
| Or if I wish I am a flying fish, | 
| or a millionaire with a rocking chair, | 
| and a dumpling in my stew | 
| I’m Hans Christian Andersen, | 
| Andersen, that’s who! |