[The camera turns again to Briar Rose. She's surrounded by the animals of the forest, picks berries and sings]
- Briar Rose:
- I wonder,
I wonder,
I wonder why each little bird
Has a someone to sing to
Sweet things to
A gay little laugh melody.
I wonder,
I wonder,
If my heart keeps singing
Will my song going in
To someone
Will find me
And bring back a love song
To me!
[speaking more to herself than to the birds, but they listen and answer her]
- Briar Rose:
- Oh dear,
why do they still treat me like a child.
- Owl:
- Who?
- Briar Rose:
- Why, Flora and Fauna and Merryweather.
They never want me to meet anyone.
[to the animals]
But you know something?
I fooled 'em.
I have met someone!
- Owl:
- Who?
Who?
Who?
[the animals get more and more excited as she tells the story]
- Briar Rose:
- Oh, a prince.
Well, he's tall and handsome and ...
and so romantic.
Oh we walked together,
and talked together,
and just before we say goodbye,
he takes me in his arms,
and then ...
I wake up.
[the animals sink their heads]
- Briar Rose:
- Yes, it's only in my dreams.
But they say if you dream a thing more than once,
It's sure to come true.
And I've seen him so many times!
[A chipmunk sees the prince's wet clothes hanging in a tree. He and the other animals put their heads together, make a plan and get over to that tree]
- Phillip:
- You know Samson,
There was something strange about that voice.
Too beautiful to be real.
Maybe it was a mysterious being, a wood sprite ...
[Samson sees the animals running off with the clothes and neighs]
There, stop!
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