The Sad Tale of the Beauxhommes. A history lesson! The boy's name was Daniel. Daniel Beauxhomme. A boy from another world. Another people. A people descended for the French. Some say... Some say... Some say... Some say... Some say... Some say... Some say... Some say... Four generations past In the time of Napoleon There came to this island A Frenchman, Armand. Armand! Armand! And he built a great fortune And he built a grand mansion And he wed a fine lady So pale and so blonde Armand! But Armand took his pleasure With the women who served him Black peasant girls from The village beyond Armand! And the loveliest one Bore the Frenchman a son Such a fine peasant son For Armand! A beautiful child. The pale color Of coffee mixed with cream. The beautiful one, the beautiful son Beauxhomme They named him: Beauxhomme The beautiful one, the beautiful son Beauxhomme And the boy grew to be a man And the great war began. Blacks fought against French And the hated Napoleon They fought for their island And finally won We Won! We Won! We Won! And Armand sailed for France By the seat of his pants Driven out by his beautiful son! The beautiful One The beautiful Son Beauxhomme, Beauxhomme What was his Is now mine! The Beautiful One The beautiful Son Beauxhomme! Beauxhomme! But Armand left behind a terrible, Terrible curse. I curse my son I curse my only son! I curse his sons All of his sons! Generations All Beauxhomme yet unborn! In advance Your black blood Will keep you Forever on this Island... While your hearts Yearn forever For France! The unlucky one, the unlucky son Beauxhomme, Beauxhomme. From bad blood to worse The name of the curse: Beauxhomme. The despise us for our blackness, It reminds them where they're from The sad, sad tale Of the Beauxhomme! Beauxhomme! Tonton, he needs me! Without me, he'll die! He will not want you, Ti Moune! Please, Mama. Please Tonton. Give me your Blessing and let me go. I will go to him!