Farm Frolics ♪ Where the honeysuckle vine ♪ ♪ Twines itself around the door ♪ ♪ A sweetheart mine is waiting ♪ ♪ Patiently for me ♪ ♪ So please come back to… The typical American farm
presents many interesting sights. This show horse is the pride of the farm and
the winner of many blue ribbons. He is trained to perform in every gait. First, let’s see you do a trot. Now, the gallop. That’s fine. Now, do a canter. ♪ I’m happy about the whole thing. ♪ ♪ The way that you walk, ♪ ♪ the way that you talk. ♪ Hey, hey! That’s enough of that. Here we find the farmer’s
faithful old watchdog. Though he is no longer very active, he still does a few little odd jobs
around the house. One of his chores is to fetch the newspaper. [whistling sound] Oh, there’s the paper now. [barks] I can hardly wait to see what
happened to Dick Tracy. Here is a group of cute little piggies
playing in the mud. Well, what are they up to? They seem fascinated by that clock. Oh well. Here’s the proud mother hen,
carefully watching over her eggs, anxiously awaiting the eventful day. What a happy, little family this will be. What’s this? A weasel! The ruthless thief of the barnyard. Watching his chance to sneak in and steal
those defenseless little eggs. He draws closer, and closer, and closer! Boo! Don’t ever do that! In the nearby trees, we find
many species of bird life. The birds always… oh, look up there. No. No. Over to the left. See? A little owl, nestling inside the tree trunk. Whoo! Whoo! Whoo’s Yehudi? Whoo? Here’s an interesting sight. A young couple laboriously building their nest with a bit of string from here,
and a piece of straw from there. A little twig. A bit of string. Piece of straw.
A little twig. A bit of string. Piece of straw. A little twig. Bit of string. Piece of straw.
Little twig. String. Straw. Twig. String. Straw. Twig. String. Straw. Twig. String. Straw. ♪ There’s no place like home! ♪ At the edge of the woods,
field mice make their home. Here we see one of the most common types. Say, he seems to be a bit worried. Tell me little fellow, what seems
to be troubling you? I don’t know, Doc. I, I just keep hearing things. Even the tiniest of insects, such as the ants,
have a language all their own. Emerging from the opening,
comes a female of the species. If you listen very closely,
you can hear her calling to her young. Henry!!! Coming, mother. A modern farm is conducted on a business-like… Well, here are those little piggies again. Say piggies, why don’t you go off and play? Mmm, Mmm! Oh well, suit yourself. Here is one of the strangest friendships
that has ever been known. Natural enemies, yet living together as friends;
a cat and a mouse. Tell me, is it true that the cat
takes good care of you? Uh, huh. And keeps you nice and warm? Uh, huh. Well that’s truly a friendship. Now before we leave you, is there anything that you would like to
say to your friends in the audience? Uh, huh. GET ME OUTTA HERE!!! And so, as the day draws to a close, and the sun sinks slowly in the west. We reluctantly take our leave of the farm. Well, the piggies again! Are they going to stay there all night? What in the world can the attraction be? DINNER TIME!!! Oh dear, every day it’s the same thing!