Bambi Page #2

Mother, where are you?

Your mother can't be with you anymore.

Come.

My son.

Let's sing a gay little spring song

This is the season to sing

So I'd like to suggest

That we all do our best

And warble a song about spring

Spring, spring, spring

Let's get together and sing

Let's sing a gay little spring song

Just like bird on the wing

Things always seem right

When you're cheerful and bright

So let's get together and sing

Sing, sing, sing

Let's sing a song about spring

Let's twitter and tweet

Like the birdies in May

Get into the mood

And be merry today

Forget all your troubles

And warble away...

Wait.

What now?

Hey.

Stop that racket.

Scat.

Let's sing a song about spring

l'll fix 'em.

There. l guess that'll teach 'em.

Oh, what's the use?

This is the season to sing...

Same thing every spring.

Love's sweet song.

Pain in the pin feathers, l call it.

Stop it.

Get out of here. All of you.

And you, too.

Hello, Friend Owl.

Don't you remember me?

Why, it's the young prince.

Bambi!

My, my, how you've changed.

Turn round there.

Let me look at you.

l see you've traded in your spots

for a pair of antlers.

You know, just the other day

l was talking to myself about you.

And we were wondering

what had become of you.

Hello, Bambi.

Remember me?

Thumper.

Right.

Hi, fellas.

Flower.

Yeah.

Well, what's the matter with them?

Why are they acting that way?

Why, don't you know?

They're ''twitterpated''.

Twitterpated?

Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated

in the spring time.

For example,

you're walking along,

minding your own business,

you're looking neither to the left

nor to the right,

when all of a sudden

you run smack into a pretty face.

You begin to get weak in the knees.

Your head's in a whirl.

And then you feel light as a feather.

And before you know it,

you're walking on air.

And then you know what?

You're knocked for a loop.

And you completely lose your head.

Gosh, that's awful.

- Gee whiz.

- Terrible.

And that ain't all.

lt can happen to anybody.

So you'd better be careful.

lt could happen to you, and you, and...

Yes, it could even happen to you.

Well, it's not going to happen to me.

- Me neither.

- Me neither.

Twitterpated.

Hello, Bambi.

Don't you remember me?

l'm Faline.

Bambi.

I bring you a song

And I sing as I go

For I want you to know

That I'm looking for romance

I bring you a song

In the hope that you'll see

When you're looking at me

That I'm looking for love

I'm seeking that glow

Only found when you're young

and it's May

Only found on that wonderful day

When all longing is through

I'm seeking that glow

Only found when a thrill is complete

Only found when two hearts gently beat

To the strains of a waltz

That's both tender and new

I bring you a song

For I'm seeking romance

You're by my side

There's a moon up above

It shines with a light

That's so mellow and bright

It's easy to see

That tonight we shall fall in love

I bring you a song

For I'm seeking romance

And you

lt is Man.

He is here again.

There are many this time.

We must go deep into the forest.

Hurry. Follow me.

Faline.

Bambi, where are you?

Faline.

Listen.

- He's coming.

- Hush.

Be quiet.

- He's coming closer.

- Be calm. Don't get excited.

- We better fly.

- No. No, don't fly.

Whatever you do, don't fly.

He's almost here.

l can't stand it any longer.

Bambi.

Faline.

Quick, Faline. Jump.

Get up, Bambi.

Get up.

You must get up.

Get up.

Get up.

Now, come with me.

Bambi.

Wake up. Wake up, Friend Owl.

Wake up, Friend Owl.

What now?

Hey, what's going on around here?

- lt's happened.

- Happened?

Yes. ln the thicket.

Hurry up, Bambi.

Yes, Papa. l'm coming.

Oh. Well.

Look.

Two of them.

Well, l don't believe l've ever seen

a more likely looking pair of fawns.

Prince Bambi ought to be mighty proud.

Love is a song that never ends

One simple theme repeating

Like the voice

Of a heavenly choir

Love's sweet music

Flows on

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