Love is a song that never ends...
Life may be swift and fleeting...
Hope may die yet love's beautiful music...
Comes each day like the dawn.
Love is a song that never ends...
One single theme repeating...
Like the voice of a heavenly choir...
Love's sweet music flows on.
Like the voice of a heavenly choir...
Love's sweet music flows on.
Wake up, wake up.
- Oh, what now? - Wake up, Friend Owl.
Hey, what's going on around here?
- Wake up. - It happened, it happened.
A new prince is born.
- We're going to see him. - Come on, you better hurry up.
Well done.
Isn't he cute?
Well, this is quite an occasion.
Yes sir It isn't every day a prince is born.
You are to be congratulated.
- Yes, congratulations. - Congratulations. Congratulations.
Thank you very much.
Come one, wake up. We have company.
Hello, hello there.
- Hello little prince. - Hello, hello there.
Hello little prince.
Look, he's trying to get up.
Kinda wobbler, isn't him?
Thumper!
Well, He Is.
Ain't ya?
Looks to me that he's getting kinda sleepy.
I think it's time we all left.
Come on.
Thumper, come on.
What are you gonna call him?
Well, I think I'll call him Bambi.
Bambi.
Yes, I guess it sounds alright.
My little Bambi.
Walking on already. Well, what do you know?
- Good morning. - Good morning, Mrs. Quail.
Where is the young prince this morning?
OH!
- Good morning, Bambi. - Good morning, young prince.
Good bye.
Good morning, young prince.
Good morning.
Nice sunny day.
- What's the matter? - What happened?
Did the young prince fall down?
- Is he hurt? - No, he's alright.
He doesn't walk very good, does he?
Thumper.
Yes, mama.
What did you father tell you this morning?
If you can't say something nice,
don't say nothing at all.
Come on Bambi, get up. Try again.
Come on, get up. Come on.
- Bambi. Get up. - Try again.
I'm thumping, that's why they call me Thumper.
Thumper.
Come on, you can do it.
Hop over, like this.
Hop over, hop over.
Like this.
You didn't hop far enough.
That's it. Now you're about doing.
Gee Wiz. What happened that time?
Those are birds.
Bur... Burs.
Look, he is trying to talk.
He is trying to say "bird".
Say "bird".
Bur.
Bird.
Bur.
Bird-da.
Come on, say "bird", say "bird".
Say "bird", say "bird".
Say "bird".
BIRD.
He hopped, mama.
Young prince said "bird".
Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bur...
Bird.
No, that's not a bird.
That's a butterfly.
Butterfly?
Butter...
Butterfly.
No, that's a flower.
Flower?
Uh-Huh. It's pretty.
Pretty.
Flower.
Me?
That's not a flower.
He's a little...
That's all right.
He can call me a flower if he wants to.
I don't mind.
Pretty, pretty Flower.
Ohhhhh
Gosh.
I think I better go home now.
Drip, drip, drop, little April shower...
Beating a tune as you fall all around...
Drip, drip, drop, little April shower...
What can compare to your beautiful sound.
Beautiful sound, beautiful sound.
Drip, drop, drip, drop...
Drip, drip, drop, when the sky is cloudy...
Your pretty music will brighten the day...
Drip, drip, drop, when the sky is cloudy...
You come along with a song right away.
Come with your beautiful music...
Drip, drip, drop, little April shower...
Beating a tune as you fall all around...
Drip, drip, drop, little April shower...
What can compare with your beautiful sound.
Drip, drip, drop, when the sky is cloudy...
You come along, come along with your pretty little song.
Drip, drip, drop, when the sky is cloudy...
You come along, come along with your pretty little song.
Gay little roundelay...
Song of the rainy day.
How I love to hear your patter, pretty little pitter patter...
Helter skelter when you pelter, troubles always seem to scatter.
Drip, drip, drop, little April shower...
All, all around...
Drip, drip, drop, little April shower...
Little April shower, pretty beautiful sound.
Drip, drip, drop, little April shower...
Beating a tune as you fall all around...
Drip, drip, drop, little April shower...
What can compare with your beautiful sound.
Beautiful sound.
Mama, what will we going to do today?
I'm going to take you to the meadow.
Meadow? What's the meadow?
It's a very wonderful place.
Why I haven't been there before?
You weren't big enough.
- Mother, ya know what? - What?
We are not the only deer in the forest.
- Where did you hear that? - Thumper told me.
Well, he is right.
There are many deer in the forest besides us.
Why I've never have seen them?
- You will, sometime. - On the meadow?
Perhaps.
Hush now.
We are almost there.
- The meadow. - Wait.
Bambi, wait.
You must never rush out on the meadow.
There might be danger.
Out there we are unprotected.
The meadow is wide and open,
and there are no trees or bushes to hide us.
So we have to be very careful.
Wait here.
I'll go out first, and if the meadow is safe, I'll call you.
Come on Bambi, it's alright.
Come on.
Good morning, prince Bambi.
Good morning, young prince.
Hello. What'cha you eatin'?
- Clover. - It's awfully good.
It's delicious.
Why don't you try some?
No, no, not that green stuff.
Just eat the blossom.
That's the good stuff.
Thumper.
Yes, mama.
What did your father tell you?
About what?
About eating the blossoms and leaving the greens.
Oh, that was...
Eating greens is a special treat,
it makes long ears and great big feet.
But it stays awful stuff to eat.
I made that last part of myself.
Watch out.
That's little Faline.
He is kinda bashful, ain't he, mama?
Well, maybe he wouldn't be if you'd say "hello".
Hello, Bambi.
I said "hello".
Well aren't you going to answer her?
You are not afraid, are you?
Well, then go ahead.
Go on, say "hello".
Hello.
He stopped and looked at me.
Yes, I know.
Why was everyone still when he came on the meadow?
Everyone respects him.
Of all the deers in the forest, not one has lived half so long.
He's very brave and very wise.
That's why he's known as "The Great Prince of the Forest".
Faline!
Bambi!
Mama!
Bambi!
Mama!
Come on out, Bambi.
Come on.
It's safe now.
We don't have to hide any longer.
What happened, mother? Why did we all run?
Man was in the forest.
Mother, look. What is all that white stuff?
Well. It's snow.
- Snow? - Yes.
Winter has come.
Hi'ya Bambi.
Watch what I can do.
Come on, it's alright.
Look.
The water is stiff.
Some fun, huh Bambi?
Come on, get up like this.
Kinda wobbly, aren't cha?
Gotta look both ends at the same time.
Guess you better unwind them.
Wake up, wake up. Wake up, Flower.
Is it spring yet?
Nope. Winter just starten.
What'cha doing? Hibernat'en?
What'cha wanna do that for?
All us flowers sleep in the winter.
Well. Good night.
The winter sure is long, isn't it?
It seems long,
but it won't last forever.
I'm awful hungry, mother.
Yes, I know.
Bambi, come here.
Look.
New spring grass.
Bambi, quick.
The thicket.
Faster, faster, Bambi.
Don't look back, keep running.
Keep running.
I made it.
I made it, mother.
Mother?
Motheeeer!
Mother, where are you?
Mother!
Mutha?
You 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 the bird on the wing...
Things always seem right when you're chipper 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.
Oh, what now?
Hey, Hey!
Stop that racket.
Stop.
Shoo. Shoo.
Oh let's sing a song about spring.
I'll teach 'em.
Whoohoo!
Well. I guess that'll teach 'em.
Oh, what's the use.
This is the season to sing.
Same thing every spring.
Tweet-tweet, Tweet-tweet.
Love sweet song.
Thinning the pin feathers I'd call it.
Stop it.
Get outta here, all of you.
And you too.
Hello, Friend Owl. Don't you remember me?
Why it's it's the young prince.
Bambi.
My, my, how you've changed.
Turn around there, let me look at ya.
I see you traded in your spots for a pair of antlers.
You know, just the other day I was talkin' to myself about you,
and we were wondering what it became of you.
Hello, Bambi.
Remember me?
Thumper.
Right-O.
Hi, fellas.
Flower.
Yeah.
Well, what's the matter with them?
Why are they acting that way?
Don't you know?
They're twitterpated.
Twitterpated?
Yes, nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the spring time.
For example,
you're walking alone, minding your own business,
you look neither to the left or the right,
when all of a sudden,
you run smacked into a pretty face.
You begin to get weak in the knees,
you head gets a roll,
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.
It can happen to anybody.
So you better be careful.
It could happen to you, and you, and...
Yes, it could even happen to you.
Well, it's not gonna happen to me.
- Me neither. - Me neither.
Twitterpated.
Hello.
Hello, Bambi.
Don't you remember me?
I'm Faline.
Bambi.
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.
It 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?
Bambi?
Bambi!
Faline?
Faline!
Faline?
Listen.
he is coming.
Shhhhh
Be quiet.
- He is coming closer. - Don't get excited.
- We better fly. - No, no, don't fly.
Whatever you do, don't fly.
He is almost here, I can't stand any longer.
Bambi! Bambi!
Faline?
Quick, Faline, jump.
Get up, Bambi.
Get up.
You must get up.
Get up.
Now... come with me.
Bambi.
Wake up, wake up, Friend Owl.
Wake up, Friend Owl.
Oh, what now?
Hey, what's going on around here?
- It happened. - Happened?
Yes, in the thicket.
Hurry up, Bambi.
Yes papa, I'm coming.
Two of them.
Well-see. I don't believe I've ever seen a more likely looking deer form.
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.