(Singing) Little town,

It's a quiet village

Ev'ry day

Like the one before

Little town

Full of little people

Waking up to say...

There goes the baker with his tray, like always

The same old bread and rolls to sell

Ev'ry morning just the same

Since the morning that we came

To this poor provincial town

(Speech) Good morning, miss.

I've come to return the book I borrowed.

Well, it's my favorite!

Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise -

Thank you!

Thank you very much!