High above the city on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince…
Far away, far away in a little street there is a poor house…
When day broke, he flew down to the river and had a bath…
In the square below there stands a little Match Girl…
So the swallow flew over the great city…
Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the swallow picked off…
Then the snow came…
Early the next morning, the Mayor was walking in the Square below…
'Bring me the two most precious things in the city,' said God to one of his angels…
"God rest ye merry gentlemen" [Ebenezer Scrooge]
"Quickly I made myself ready for bed" [Marley's Ghost]
"There at my bedside" [First Spirit]
"Wake up, man!" [Second Spirit]
"And looking up, I beheld" [Third Spirit]
"I have the highest pleasure" [The Pickwickians set off to visit Mr. Wardle]
"But if they were cheerful and happy outside the house" [At the farm]
"We're all ready, I believe" [The dance]
The same winter sun that dances on the northern snow...
You see, Pablo, once upon a Christmas eve there was a small donkey…
Well, it was early afternoon when the small boy and his small donkey went through the town gates…
Well, the little boy and the little donkey left the marketplace, Pablo…
And so, Pablo, The Small One passed through the town gates…
Once upon a time of many, many years ago…
But at length and at last, he slowly approached the doorway…
And then in all those timeless days that followed…
The angels, dark angels, the seraphim, the cherubim…
A small, rough, unsightly box…
The littlest angel wept hot, bitter tears…
Then suddenly, the voice of God, like divine music, rose through Paradise..
This story is as old as Christmas…
Yes, Ay-You was without the gift of speech…
But the most stupendous and overwhelming thing of all, he'd be able to sing…
But morning after morning God disappointed him…
And then without the slightest warning of all came the dreadful day…
And so Ay-You tried to sing.
After a while he fell asleep…
Then Ay-You knew why he had been born never to speak until this moment…
