In My Own Little Corner Songtext
von Rodgers & Hammerstein

I am in the royal palace of all places
When I meet the finest prince you′ve ever seen
And the color on my two stepsisters' faces
Is a queer sort of sour apple green
I am coy and flirtatious when alone with the Prince
I′m the belle of the ball in my own little corner
All alone in my own little chair

Fal-de-ral and fiddle-de-dee
Fiddle-de-faddle-de-fuddle
All the wishes in the world are poppycock and twaddle!

Oh, crazy Marie, are you mocking me with your gibberish?

Fal-de-ral and fiddle-de-dee
Fiddle-de-faddle-de-foodle
All the dreamers in the world are dizzy in the noodle

So what if I do have a dream to see the Prince again, and tell
Him what life in his kingdom is really like, and what it could be?

Exactly! And then to have him fall in love with you?

No one will fall in love with me. Why do you come to visit me tonight?


I just knew I would find you in the same little chair
In the pale pink mist of a foolish dream

I am being foolish

Then be foolish with me. What would you dream of?

An invitation to the ball, I guess

Right here. There's an invitation!

But it's torn!

Don′t wait for everything to be perfect
Just go. What else would you dream of?

A white gown, I imagine. A beautiful white gown sewn
Up with pearls and jewels. And a tiara of diamonds!

And on your feet?

Why, the most beautiful grosgrain pumps, I′d imagine

No, better! The Venetian glass that your stepmother
So loves in her trinkets and baubles. An entire
Pair of shoes made only of Venetian glass

How silly! I'd be the envy of all. But how would I get to the ball?

Oh, well, that pumpkin over there?

Yes?

I′ll turn it into a golden carriage

And horses?


These mice trapped in this cage

And a fox as a footman. And a raccoon as a driver!

Yes

You are crazy, Marie. In order to do that
You'd have to be a fairy godmother

Marie! Are you really my fairy godmother?

But of course, my child. Actually, I′m everyone's fairy godmother
But you′re the only one who's given me charity, generosity, and
Kindness. And now I must make all the dreams we joked about come true

But that's so improbable, implausible