[00:00.000] 作曲 : SABELLE BREER
[00:01.778]Many, many years ago, there lived an emperor who didn't care at all about his army of soldiers with their fine big guns and splendid uniforms.
[00:11.290]Nor did he have any love for his enormous white marble palace or anything in it.
[00:18.090]The only thing he loved in the whole wide wonderful world was clothes. He was indeed a man of ten thousand suits. each more splendid than the next.
[00:32.322]Now it happened one day that a pair of swindlers came to his royal city.
[00:37.704]They had heard of the emperor's love for clothes, and very cleverly they let it be known that they had a secret formula for weaving the most wonderful cloth in the world.
[00:50.635]Now when this report reached the emperor's ears, he had the two men brought before him immediately.
[00:56.978]“What is so wonderful about the cloth you weave?” He asked.
[01:02.526]“Well, sir, your majesty,” said the elder of the two swindlers, “the cloth we weave can only be seen by those who are honest and who are fitted for their positions in life.
[01:18.078]It is invisible to thieves and incompetence.” “Oh.” said the emperor to himself, “this would be a useful thing for an emperor to know.”
[01:30.548]And aloud he said, “let this cloth be made!”
[01:35.849]They demanded an enormous pile of precious silks and thread of gold before they could start on their work.
[01:44.197]Very quickly the two swindlers set up a loom in their chambers at the inn, and then they started to weave.
[01:51.264]But not with the precious materials the emperor had provided. Oh no! These they stowed away in their knapsacks.
[01:59.231]What they did was to go through the motions of weaving without using any thread or materials at all.
[02:06.497]After a week had gone by, the emperor became impatient, and down to the inn he went with his entire court to see this marvelous material.
[02:15.798]The emperor, in all his majesty, looked. He stared. Then he cleared his throat. And then he started to talk.
[02:32.181]Well, finally he got hold of himself, because he was afraid he was giving away the fact that he could not see the cloth, and therefore wasn't fit to be emperor anymore.
[02:47.033]“It far exceeds my expectations,” he finally declared.
[02:56.115]“I would like it very much if you would make me a complete costume of this remarkable material.”
[03:09.849]In due time, the two swindlers appeared at the palace, bearing the invisible articles of clothing over their arms.
[03:17.185]“If your majesty is ready,” said the elder of the two swindlers, “we would like to try your new suit on.”
[03:27.666]Accordingly, the emperor undressed down to his... Shh, he undressed down to his pink underwear.
[03:37.138]Oh, it's true. The emperor wore pink underwear. All kings did.
[03:43.698]And the two fakers went through the motions of putting on first his pants, then his waistcoat, and then his coat, and finally a large cape with a magnificent long train.
[03:57.614]It all fit him just perfectly. At least so said his majesty.
[04:03.581]The emperor then went forth into the street to show himself to his subjects.
[04:09.920]By this time, they too had heard that dishonest folks and those unfitted for their posts would not be able to see the magic material.
[04:19.707]So they all cheered and oohed and awed.
[04:24.876]Then, loud and clear over the sound of the populace cheering, there came the voice of a small child.
[04:32.507]“Why, he has nothing on. No, nothing at all.” There was a sudden hush. “A child says he has nothing on!” shouted someone.
[04:47.773]And soon the cry was picked up by all who were present in the street. The Emperor blushed.
[04:55.123]He knew now that it was true, but he held himself stiffer than ever and kept on marching. Marching, marching, in his underwear.

作曲 : SABELLE BREER
Many, many years ago, there lived an emperor who didn't care at all about his army of soldiers with their fine big guns and splendid uniforms.
Nor did he have any love for his enormous white marble palace or anything in it.
The only thing he loved in the whole wide wonderful world was clothes. He was indeed a man of ten thousand suits. each more splendid than the next.
Now it happened one day that a pair of swindlers came to his royal city.
They had heard of the emperor's love for clothes, and very cleverly they let it be known that they had a secret formula for weaving the most wonderful cloth in the world.
Now when this report reached the emperor's ears, he had the two men brought before him immediately.
“What is so wonderful about the cloth you weave?” He asked.
“Well, sir, your majesty,” said the elder of the two swindlers, “the cloth we weave can only be seen by those who are honest and who are fitted for their positions in life.
It is invisible to thieves and incompetence.” “Oh.” said the emperor to himself, “this would be a useful thing for an emperor to know.”
And aloud he said, “let this cloth be made!”
They demanded an enormous pile of precious silks and thread of gold before they could start on their work.
Very quickly the two swindlers set up a loom in their chambers at the inn, and then they started to weave.
But not with the precious materials the emperor had provided. Oh no! These they stowed away in their knapsacks.
What they did was to go through the motions of weaving without using any thread or materials at all.
After a week had gone by, the emperor became impatient, and down to the inn he went with his entire court to see this marvelous material.
The emperor, in all his majesty, looked. He stared. Then he cleared his throat. And then he started to talk.
Well, finally he got hold of himself, because he was afraid he was giving away the fact that he could not see the cloth, and therefore wasn't fit to be emperor anymore.
“It far exceeds my expectations,” he finally declared.
“I would like it very much if you would make me a complete costume of this remarkable material.”
In due time, the two swindlers appeared at the palace, bearing the invisible articles of clothing over their arms.
“If your majesty is ready,” said the elder of the two swindlers, “we would like to try your new suit on.”
Accordingly, the emperor undressed down to his... Shh, he undressed down to his pink underwear.
Oh, it's true. The emperor wore pink underwear. All kings did.
And the two fakers went through the motions of putting on first his pants, then his waistcoat, and then his coat, and finally a large cape with a magnificent long train.
It all fit him just perfectly. At least so said his majesty.
The emperor then went forth into the street to show himself to his subjects.
By this time, they too had heard that dishonest folks and those unfitted for their posts would not be able to see the magic material.
So they all cheered and oohed and awed.
Then, loud and clear over the sound of the populace cheering, there came the voice of a small child.
“Why, he has nothing on. No, nothing at all.” There was a sudden hush. “A child says he has nothing on!” shouted someone.
And soon the cry was picked up by all who were present in the street. The Emperor blushed.
He knew now that it was true, but he held himself stiffer than ever and kept on marching. Marching, marching, in his underwear.