You ought to be ashamed of yourselves. A bunch of big guys like you, picking on a poor little orphan like him. Suppose you was torn away from your mother when you was just a baby. Nobody to tuck you in at nights. No warm, soft, caressing trunk to snuzzle into. How would you like to be left out alone in a cold, cruel, heartless world? And why? I ask you, why? Just because he’s got those big ears, they call him a freak. The laughingstock of the circus. Then when his mother tried to protect him, they threw her into the clink. And on top of that, they made him a clown. Socially, he’s washed up. But what’s the use of talking to you cold-hearted birds? Go ahead, have your fun. Laugh at him. Kick him now that he’s down. Go on! We don’t care.
What’s the matter with his ears? I don’t see nothing wrong with them. I think they’re cute.[about Dumbo]
Little one, when you play, don’t you mind what they say, let those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear, baby of mine.[singing]
Watch now on:
From your head to your toes, you’re so sweet, goodness knows, you are so precious to me, cute as can be, baby of mine.[singing]
Baby mine, don’t you cry, baby mine, dry your eyes, rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine.[singing]