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