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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