The Little Prince Page #3

# You're a child, you're a child

# You're a twerp and that's putting it mild

# You're a speck, you're a fleck

# And it's just too tough

pounding grown-up stuff

# In the bean of a green little child #

- Try!

- What?

- Explain it to me. I want to learn.

- Well...

# Why do borderlines exist?

# Well, first and foremost on the list

If all the borders were destroyed

# Tomorrow I'd be unemployed

# And what would statesmen do for fun

if all at once the world was one

# And one could wander

where he pleases

# Flashing smiles instead of visas

Why...

# It could

# It might

# It would

Oh, go away and grow

# Come again

when you're not a mini-brained punk

# Like this

# You are really too undeveloped

for philosophical junk like this

# Too adult, is it?

Difficult, is it, to ever get your teeth into?

# Too bewilderin'

for the children, and that means you

# Means you, means you

# You're a child

# You're a child

# And the kind that can drive

grown-ups wild

# You're a wee little pea

# Any thought profound

that I might expound

# Won't fit in to a pin-headed child #

Clear? Where are your papers?

- I don't have any.

- You can't stay without papers.

Then I'll leave.

Just as well. You're dangerous.

Where's your passport?

- I don't have a passport.

- Then you can't leave! Come back!

Get off this planet!

Come back here!

Get off this planet!

...nine hundred

and ninety-seven thousand

plus six equals:

Four hundred million, nine hundred

and ninety-seven thousand and six.

Good day, sir.

Good day.

Five hundred million and ten!

Five hundred million and ten...

...plus one.

Five hundred million and thirty-two!

Five hundred million and thirty-two what?

Five hundred million and thirty-two

plus three... those things...

Five hundred million and thirty-five!

- Stars?

- That's it! Stars!

Five hundred...

...million and forty-four...

Why are you counting the stars?

Because I want to see how much I have.

But what good does it do you

to own the stars?

- It does me the good of making me rich.

- What good does that do you?

Because... I don't know.

But how can you own the stars?

When you find a diamond that doesn't

belong to anyone, it's yours.

If you get an idea before anyone else,

it's yours.

So, I got the idea of owning the stars.

You want to stay here? Fine.

You can help me count.

If I owned a flower, I could do something

for it. What can you do for stars?

You wouldn't understand.

You're a child!

# Gimme how can you,

gimme understand

# Gimme gimme financial stuff

# Gimme your supply,

gimme my demand

# Mentally is gigantial stuff

# Gimme oodles, gimme boodles of

I don't care what but gimme more

# You're too poor to know, immature

to know what a gimme gimme's for

# Why, you're...

# You're a child

# You're a child

# You're too darling and dopey and mild

# You're a nit, half a wit

# Speaking wisdom-wise,

private enterprise

# Is too big for a twig of a child #

Oh, stocks and bonds! I've lost my place!

Now I shall have to start all over again!

Here... add up these figures.

Good afternoon, sir.

I'm searching for knowledge.

Oh, good.

You've come to the right place.

It's been said that I am

the greatest historian in history.

That's wonderful, sir. Who said this?

I said it. I wrote it.

I read it. It's printed.

Consequently, it's fact.

It's history!

Now that you're here,

I shall put you down.

In history, I mean.

- Where did you come from?

- From another planet.

- What was it called?

- I don't know.

Oh, good! I'll give it a name.

I like making things up.

That's my job. I'm an historian.

Let me see. Planet...

Alice! Do you like that?

No, sir. The Planet Alice?

- I don't like it at all.

- No wonder you left it.

Here, read my latest. An official version

of the French Revolution.

The other ones are now

totally inoperative.

- Is that the truth, sir?

- What?

- The truth.

- How do you spell it?

Never mind. I don't think I'd better stay.

Right... wipe!

Left, left, left.

Shoulders back! Left, left, left.

Left, left.

On your feet, boy, on your feet!

- Where's your arm, boy?

- My arm?

The colours! The colours!

The flag!

Sir, I don't see anyone.

How could you?

There's no one there, silly ass!

Get those shoulders back!

Back! Back!

Not that much. Watch it.

Stand easy.

Welcome to the base.

State your business.

- I'm trying to learn about life, sir.

- Learn about what?

- Life.

- Life?

Oh, life!

That! Yes, of course!

Company... double quick march!

Left, right, left, right,

left, right, left, right...

You want to know what life's all about?

Dying! That's what it's all about!

Die like a hero! That's the way to live!

Company, halt!

Boy, this is your lucky day.

We just happen to have an opening.

There's not a blankety-blank soldier

in the whole army.

Just a general. Me!

I can out-think the enemy

but just can't fight 'em!

Enemy? What enemy?

There isn't any, dunce!

You've got to have your army first,

then you find your enemy.

Boom-boom, bang-bang!

Company, on your stomachs!

Crawl!

Join up! The army needs you,

your country needs you.

More important, I need you.

Every young man wants to be a soldier.

Speak up, boy! Any questions?

Which way is the next planet?

The next planet?

Oh, the next planet is called...

You know, it's that round thing!

It's called...

...Dirt. No!

Mud!

No... Earth!

That's it, Earth.

Bring up the cannon!

Company, on your...!

- Which way is it?

- What?

- Earth.

- Earth? Oh, Earth!

Ah, that way!

Crawl, men! Shoulders back!

Shoulders down!

What about it, boy?

Come back!

Come back!

Who said that?

Who said that?

Who are you?

Who are you?

- Be my friend.

- Be my friend.

- I'm alone.

- I'm alone.

What a queer planet, I thought.

Everyone says the same thing.

Just about.

That was just one year ago.

All I've learned since I left her

is that I should never have left her.

All those little games of hers,

I didn't see all the affection

that was underneath.

One should never listen to flowers,

should one?

I wouldn't know.

My experience is limited.

# Oh, I have met a daisy

# But where we met is hazy

# And I have walked the streets

with marguerites

# And clinging vines beside me

# Oh, I've met a lot of those

# But I never met a rose

# There's often been a heather

An armful altogether

# And I have even met a violet

who almost satisfied me

# Yes, I've met every kind that grows

# But I never met a rose

# Among the dahlias I often dally

# I left a lily in the valley

# But now and then I ponder

And wonder as I wander

# Among the fields and shrub

Perhaps the trouble is

# Who knows?

# That I never met a rose

# Never, never met a rose #

Perhaps you weren't

really looking for one.

Perhaps.

# While roaming through the clover

Could I have passed her over?

# When all is said and done

Am I the one to blame?

# Who knows?

# That I never met a rose

# Never, never met a rose #

Good morning.

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