Tale as Old as Time

Little Town

A handsome young man walked out of his small cottage, holding a book in a basket. He moved a stray hair from his forehead.

Beal:
Little town; it's a quiet village
Everyday like the one before
Little town full of little people
Waking up to say...

Townspeople
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour
Bonjour!
Bonjour!

Beal:
There goes the baker with his tray like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell

He momentarily stopped in front of the bakery as the man sold some of his bread off, then turned back to his work.

Beal:
Every morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To the poor, provencal town

"Good morning, Beal!" the baker called.

"Morning, monsieur," he replied politely.

"Where are you off to?" He went back to his racks.

"The library. I just finished the most wonderful story about two fair lovers in Verona and -"

"That's nice. Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up!"

Shrugging, Beal went off, not noticing the old ladies whispering about him.

Old Ladies:
Look, there he goes, that boy is strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?

Woman 1:
Never part of why crowd

Barber:
'Cause his head's up on some cloud

He took off half a guy's mustache as he was too distracted by Beal trying to walk by.

Townspeople:
No denying he's a funny boy, that Beal

Beal jumped onto a carriage and rode it to the library. The coachmen called out to a young lady on the ground.

Man 1:
Bonjour!

Young Lady:
Good day!

Man 1:
How is your family?

In another part of town, a salesman was flirting with a customer.

Customer:
Bonjour

Salesman:
Good day

Customer:
How is your wife?

From behind him, his wife smacked him on the head with a rolling pin.

A woman was desperately crying out, surrounded by her children.

Mother:
I need six eggs!

Man 2:
That's too expensive

Beal:
There must be more than this provencal life