On Susan Boyle, from Hans Christen Anderson's story - The Ugly Duckling:
“See,” cried the youngest, “there is a new one;” and the rest were delighted, and ran to their father and mother,
dancing and clapping their hands, and shouting joyously,
“There is another swan come; a new one has arrived.”
Then they threw more bread and cake into the water, and said, “The new one is the most beautiful of all;
he is so young and pretty.” And the old swans bowed their heads before him.
Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wing; for he did not know what to do,
he was so happy, and yet not at all proud.
He had been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all the birds.
Even the elder-tree bent down its bows into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright.
Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart,
“I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.”
The End