Hans Christian Andersen Page #3

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on the road to Copenhagen.

Do you know something else, my friend?

I'm a little bit frightened.

Copenhagen is a very big place.

Still, what can happen, huh?

People are nice.

That's the nice thing about the world,

my friend - people.

So, what can happen?

I'll walk through the gates of the city,

go up to someone and say,

"How do you do?

I'm Hans Christian Andersen. "

I'll walk through the gates of the city, and

I'll say, "I'm Hans Christian Andersen".

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 boots 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,

that's me!

I'm Hans Christian Andersen

and this is an April day

It's full of the magic I need

to speed me on my way

My pocketbook has an empty look

I limp on a lumpy shoe

So I turn into 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!

Hans!

Hans!

Peter!

Peter, what are you doing here?

What's this? You've got

the whole shop on wheels.

Copenhagen sounded so wonderful, Hans,

I got to thinking maybe

you wouldn't come back for a while.

Maybe for a long while,

so I thought maybe you'd need the shop.

Peter, sometimes I think you put ideas

into my head that aren't even there.

Me? Oh, no, Hans.

I'm not at all sure I shouldn't

send you back right now.

- But, Hans...

- Still...

...as long as you've come this far...

I sail up the Skagerrak

And sail down the Kattegatt

Through the harbour and up to the quay

And there she stands

Waiting for me

With a welcome so warm and so gay

Wonderful, wonderful Copenhagen

Friendly old girl of a town

'Neath her tavern light

On this merry night

Let us clink and drink one down

To wonderful, wonderful Copenhagen

Salty old queen of the sea

Once I sailed away

But I'm home today

Singing Copenhagen

Wonderful, wonderful Copenhagen

for me!

There she is!

Wonderful, wonderful Copenhagen

Friendly old girl of a town

'Neath her tavern light

On this merry night

Let us clink and drink one down

To wonderful, wonderful Copenhagen

Salty old queen of the sea

Once I sailed away

But I'm home today

Singing Copenhagen

Wonderful, wonderful

Copenhagen for me!

Copenhagen Weekly Gazette!

Get your Copenhagen Weekly Gazette!

Get your Copenhagen Weekly Gazette!

Get your Copenhagen Weekly Gazette!

Matches! Matches! Matches!

Please buy my matches

Matches! Matches!

Bric-a-brac! Bric-a-brac!

Nice red roses

Nice red roses

Pots and pans! Pots and pans!

Chimney sweep!

Sweep your chimney!

Bass! Bass! Buy a bass!

Nice fresh clams!

Fish!

Fresh fish!

- Buy rhubarb! Rhubarb! Buy rhubarb!

- Sausages! Sausages!

Sausages! Sausages!

Sausages! Sausages!

Pretty flowers!

Cheese, butter and eggs here!

- Cheese, butter and eggs here!

- Buy your bread from Bertha!

May I have a half loaf, please?

- Five skillings.

- Thank you.

Hans, why don't we set up shop here?

Here? Well, what are we waiting for?

I'm Hans Christian Andersen,

the pride of the cobbler's trade

Permit me to show you

a great discovery I've made

A shoe goes squeak and a shoe goes

squawk, a squeak-iddy-squawk all day

Though you'd figure a shoe can't talk, if

you listen close to the squeak and squawk

You can plainly hear it say

"Let Hans Christian Andersen

fix me right away!"

In Hans Christian Andersen

your feet have a loyal friend

The sort of a doctor, I'm sure,

your toes would recommend

I work all night if a shoe's too tight

to see where the pinch comes from

I raise my hammer and shut one eye

and I sometimes hit on the reason why

And I sometimes hit my thumb. Oh!

- What's your name?

- I'm Hans Christian Andersen!

- You're under arrest.

- Under arrest?

Disrespect for the King's statue.

Get that boy!

Run, Peter! Run!

Do you want the new ballet ready

for the tour, Otto? Then do as I say - now!

- You heard what we said.

- Niels, be sensible.

All right, don't do it. Stand here and argue.

I'll get a cobbler

while you go and teach them the ballet.

Why is it a matter of life and death

to have a cobbler right now?

Because you have a ballerina

who is so pig-headed

that I must make an example of her

in front of the entire company.

That's awful perfume.

- Sir, I know where...

- Go away!

She won't get away with this.

I know her far better than you do.

- Very well. You know her...

- Otto, the ballet is only half finished.

No cobbler, no ballet. I guarantee it, Otto!

- I know where you can get a cobbler, sir.

- What's that?

I said I know

where you can get a cobbler, sir.

Where?

- You'll have to use a little influence.

- Influence?

With the police. We should hurry, sir.

I know where one is sitting right now!

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Hello!

- Hello!

Are you all alone in there?

Well, in a way, yes.

- Are you scared?

- Hmm?

- Are you scared?

- Scared? No.

Nobody's ever really alone.

Did you know that?

As a matter of fact,

I'm expecting company right now.

Would you like me to introduce you?

Are you sure?

Absolutely sure?

Don't go away.

- There.

- Oh!

Isn't she pretty? Her name is Thumbelina.

Say hello, Thumbelina.

Now you say hello to her.

Hello.

She's very unhappy.

What's the matter, Thumbelina?

Are you unhappy because you're so little?

That's nothing to make

such a sad face about, is it?

Here. Come on.

Though you're no bigger than my thumb

Than my thumb, than my thumb

Sweet Thumbelina, don't be glum

Now, now, now, ah, ah, ah,

come, come, come

Thumbelina, Thumbelina

tiny little thing

Thumbelina dance, Thumbelina sing

Oh, Thumbelina, what's the difference

if you're very small?

When your heart is full of love,

you're nine feet tall!

Oh, she's still unhappy. What's the matter,

Thumbie? Would you like a playmate?

You would? Here.

There. Say how do you do.

Want a kiss?

Would you like to dance?

You would? Well, here we go.

Thumbelina, Thumbelina, tiny little thing

Thumbelina dance, Thumbelina sing

Thumbelina, what's the difference

if you're very small?

When your heart is full of love,

you're nine feet tall!

Open up.

- Hans!

- Peter!

- What are you doing here?

- You're a cobbler?

- Yes.

- Hurry.

You are in the custody

of the Royal Danish Ballet. Come along!

- What am I in the custody of?

- Shh! You're out - that's the main thing.

- They didn't treat you badly, Hans?

- No.

- Where's your coat?

- Here.

- Where are we going? Who is that man?

- What are you doing? Come along!

Come on, Hans. We've got our first job!

Straight! Straight!

Straight!

Keep the line straight!

Up! Up!

Good.

- This is the most...

- Shh! Dress rehearsal.

All right.

We'll do it all over again.

Ladies, the pirouettes were impossible.

Gentlemen, the lifts have to be higher.

The ballerina's performance

I won't begin to discuss.

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