3x-xx-xx ep045 First Song - Whats More Fun Than a Picnic Pa

The changing moods of nature swims and fancies. Or as we look off into the darkness, we hear the stray, or perhaps the startled cry of a

deer, fall and pray to the talons of a mountain lion, whose husky roar vibrates through the canyon as he springs to the kiln. A lone wolf stalking away, raises his head to the heavens, and lets forth a long, drawn weird howl in defiance to the stars and in the far distance the gentle strains of music made by man

floats to our youth you're right we're approaching the night camp of pinto pete and his ranch boys where a real western welcome awaits all who care to stop a while and listen sure makes your I feel good to have a workin' like that.

You know, boss, we're just gonna sing you about a picnic party. So you go right ahead and sit down with the girls, and we'll sing it for ya. Fine, yeah, go ahead. ["The Fourth of July"] Bunching the butter and ants in the milk and the skaters buzzing all around.

Mr. Brown, the handsome man on whom the ladies doped. Will he stop right down in the frying pan and he burned his sundae coat? And big patch in the booby, moved round like a life haystack.

His foot kicked over the lemonade can and wet Miss Jones's back. Oh, what's more fun than a big big party with the bidders all on the ground? Bunching the butter and ants in the milk and the skaters buzzing all around.

around, spilt the milk and they left it there to sour, Jim and Bill got in a fight and the bell right in the flour, the horses all got frightened and rared and punched and kicked, they spilt one load in a mud hole, so ended that picnic. Oh, what's more fun than a picnic