Just Beyond the Bakers Stall (or Frollo’s
Fashion Habits)
(Sung to the tune of “Just around the River
Bend” from Pocahontos”)
What I like most about Clopin is,
His moods are always changing,
always skipping,
But Frollo, I know, can’t be like that,
He could never do the tricks,
Not a somersault without his black robes ripping,
Not a cartwheel without the villian tripping,
No flipping without him slipping!
I laugh once more,
At Clopin’s jokes and puppet shows,
And his clothes,
Purple, yellow blue, A feather too,
Not like Frollo’s endless black,
Look’s like his mind has one track,
Just dark black!
Clopin’s there-behind that crowd,
Or just beyond the baker’s stall,
Can I ignore the villian’s fashoin sense?
For a handsome, funny Clopin,
Who has a look-a-like puppet,
And would never dream of wearing all black!
Never be seen in all black!
Never could have been in black!
I check once more,
Yup, no black,
Somehow, can’t you see,
Frollo’s cracked,
Why does all his statements end,
“I’ll get you!”
He must contend,
Angriness is all he sends,
I chose Clopin anyday,
Over Frollo’s fashoin sense,
Black will only bring remorse,
Frollo looks just like his horse,
So, wait for me,
Handsome Clopin,
Just beyond the bakers stall.