Текст песни In My Own Little Corner (Reprise) - Julie Andrews

Go to the ball? Me?
Why would I want to go to the ball?
I would much rather sit by the fire

In my own little corner
In my own little chair
I can be what ever I want to be
On the wing of my fancy I can fly anywhere
And the world will open its arms to me

I am in the royal palace of all places
I am chatting with the prince and king and queen
And the color on my two step-sisters' faces
Is a queer sort of sour apple green

I am coy and flirtatious
When alone with the Prince
Oh your highness!

I'm the belle of the ball in my own little corner
All alone.

I wish.
I wish I could go to the ball

Fol-de-rol and fiddle dee dee
Fiddley faddley foddle
All the wishes in the world are poppy cock and twoddle

Who are you?

I'm your fairy godmother, honey

You?

You got a problem with that?
'Cause if you'd rather have some old
Lady in a tutu sprinkling fairy dust on you.

Oh no, no, I'm sorry, I just, never dreamed

Fol-de-rol and fiddle dee dee
Fiddley faddley foodle
All the dreamers in the world are
Dizzy in the noodle