Verse 1:
Who was this boy
Born in Denmark one day?
A stork among pigeons,
A wizard, they say.
Son of a cobbler,
A teller of tales
Who longed to be famous
But so often failed.

Chorus:
His pen was his paintbrush.
His mind was a stage.
Hans Christian Andersen
Shared every page.
Fairy tale teller,
From goblins to birds,
Taught lessons to kings
With the magic of words.