Song of the South Page #4

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Remus:
Now that's the kind of day when you can't

open your mouth without a song jump right out of it...

Music Remus:
Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay,

my oh my, what a wonderful day.

Music Remus:
Plenty of sunshine, headin'

my way. Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay.

Music Remus:
Mr. Bluebird's on my shoulder.

It's de truff, it's actual, everything is satisfactual.

Music Remus:
Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay,

wonderful feeling, wonderful day. Yass suh!

Music Remus:
Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay,

my oh my what a wonderful day.

Music Moles:
Oh, plenty of sunshine headin' my way

Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay.

Music Remus:
Mr. Bluebird's on my shoulder.

It's de truff, it's actual, everything is satisfactual.

Music Remus:
Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay,

wonderful feeling, feeling this way.

Music Remus:
Zum, zum, zum, zum, zum, zum, zum.

zum, zum, zum, zum, zum, zum zum.

Music Remus:
Boom, boom, boom, boom.

bum, bum, bum, boo boo Boo

Music Remus:
Mr. Bluebird's on my shoulder.

It's de truff, it's actual...

Remus:
Where is that bluebird?

Bluebird:
Whistle

Music Remus:
Mmm, mmm... Everything is satisfactual.

Music Remus:
Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay,

wonderful feeling, wonderful da... hammering noise

Rabbit:
Doggone ol' briar patch! Doggone

ol place like this! Doggone.. Keep on...

Remus:
Ahem... Howdy Brer Rabbit.

Rabbit:
Wa-wa-wa-who-who-dat callin' my name?

Oh-ah-uh-uh-ah-hello Uncle Remus.

Remus:
Peers to me that you's in a powerful

bad mood to go to de party.

Rabbit:
B'ah ain't goin' to be no party. Cause I ain't

goin' to be here. I'm goin' leave this 'ol place.

Remus:
You mean you's leavin' yo' ol' briar patch?

Rabbit:
Dat....I....is!

Remus:
The place where you was bawn and raised?

Rabbit:
Dat....I....is!

Remus:
You mean, leavin' for good?

Rabbit:
Dat...I... OWWWW! Now see dar?

Dat ol' briar patch ain't brought me nothin' but trouble.

Rabbit:
OWWW! And mo' trouble.

Rabbit:
Dis's where my trouble is,

an' dis de place i belongs away from.

Remus:
Don't you know you can't run away from trouble?

Rabbit:
Heh-heh. Where I'm goin',

there ain't gonna be no trouble.

Remus:
Dey ain't no place dat fur.

Rabbit:
Well, just the same, I done made

up my mind, an I ain't never comin' back.

Rabbit:
Well, so long Uncle Remus.

Remus:
Ah sho' hopes you knows what you's doin.

Rabbit:
Heh-heh! Don't worry 'bout me,

ah can take care o' myself.

Rabbit whistles as he hops away down the path

Remus:
He left his old troubles behind, all right,

but, he was headin' straight for a whole

Remus:
new mess o' bran' new troubles.

Rabbit:
Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee...

Cowbel jingles as rabbit bounces

Remus:
Fust news he knows... dar he dangled',

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