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