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(NARRATOR READING)
NARRATOR: These words of truth are nature's basic law,
and you shall be the witness.
Come with us now
to watch with all the grandeur of her
.
And marvel at the wondrous ways
in which she has arranged a time for everything.
On yonder mountain breaks the day,
and so begins a time of beauty and our play.
♪ Break of day
♪ The
ntment
♪ When the dawn
♪ Comes tiptoe down the hill
♪ Morning sky all aglow
♪ While the sleepy earth below
♪ Feels the kiss of the breeze
♪ Sweep the mist from her trees
♪ And then lo and behold
♪ All is gold, all is gold
♪ Break of day
♪ Break of day
♪ Break of day
♪ One perfect hour at dawning
♪ When the world in loveliness is dressed
♪ Every flower fresh with dew
♪ Gives a fragrance to the air
♪ Joins the birds in their song
♪ See the sky, blue and clear
♪ All awake, day is here
♪ Break of day
♪ Break of day
♪ Break of day
♪ Break of day ♪
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
NARRATOR: And so, full born, a day in spring.
And we have come
t garden.
We call it Wildwood Heart,
and this shall be the setting for our play.
Our plot is nature's own,
our theme, the endless stream of life
that in this time of spring finds new beginnings everywhere.
(SQUEALING)
(CHIRPING)
(CAWING)
(CHITTERING)
There are many wonders here in Wildwood Heart.
Each plays its part in nature's plan.
The miracle of mother love, a vital force
t p
t,
oung
until their age of helplessness is past.
And nature's greatest gift is here, a warm and precious thing.
The deep compelling urge of kind for kind
from which all life must spring.
But now the mating season, the time of together,
has come and gone.
Still, between the red fox and his ***,
there is a bond that holds them in a close companionship.
So shall they stay through all of life, for this is nature's way.
But nature's mating ways are sometimes strange,
and in her treetop world,
she's arranged the very opposite design.
The pine squirrel, once his mating time has passed,
lives out a life of bachelorhood
inside a ragged nest of shredded bark and grass,
and yet he always keeps a watchful eye
on a pine-tree snag nearby.
His mate and all her tiny brood live here,
(WHIMPERING)
but one is more precocious than the rest,
always first to Mother's breast.
T
,
ry.
It begins with those first awarenesses
that nature gives the very young:
The taste of milk, her mother's furry warmth,
and in a bed of pungent cedar bark, a time of perfect peace.