The Lee King

The Lee King is a belived soonly film made by Walt Disney in 1994. It is the 32nd Disney belived headfilm and the fifth belived film of the Disney Eftbirth. It was steered by Roger Allers and Rob Minkoff, begotten by Don Hahn. Many of its songs were written by Elton John.

Throwbook
♫Trendle of Life

Scar – Life's not fair, it it? You see I- well I shall never be King. And you shall never see the light of another day. Farewell.

Zazu – Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?

Scar – What do you want?

Zazu – I'm here to bode that King Mufasa is on his way. So you'd better have a good offcome for missing the frealsing this morning.

Scar – Oh now look, Zazu; you've made me lose my middaymeal.

Zazu – Hah! You'll lose more than that when the King gets through with you. He's as mad as an eahorse with a earake.

Scar – Ooh I quiver with fear.

Zazu – Now Scar, don't look at me that way. Help!

Mufasa – Scar!

Scar – Mm-hmm?

Mufasa – Drop him.

Zazu – Flawless timing, your highness. Ech!

Scar – Why! If it isn't my big brother coming down from on high to mingle with the meanfolk.

Mufasa – Sarabi and I didn't see you at the forthsetting of Simba.

Scar – That was today? Oh, I feel fully awful. Must have slipped my mind.

Zazu – Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother, you should have been first in line!

Scar – Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.

Mufasa – That "hairball" is my son, and your tocome king.

Scar – Oh, I shall wean my lout.

Mufasa – Don't wend your back on me, Scar.

Scar – Oh, no, Mufasa. Mayhaps you shouldn't wend your back on me.

Mufasa – Is that a becall?

Scar – Mood, mood. I wouldn't dream of becalling you.

Zazu – Shame! Why not?

Scar – Well, as far as brains go, I got the lee's share. But, when it comes to full strength, I'm afeared that I'm at the shallow end of the strainpool.

Zazu – There's one in every mayth, har. Two in mine, in truth. And they always handle wrecking sunderly happenings.

Mufasa – What am I going to do with him?

Zazu – He'd make a fully handsome throw rug.

Mufasa – Zazu!

Zazu – And nar think! Whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and beat him.

Rafiki – Simba... Hmm. Ah hehehehe! Simba.

Simba – Dad! Dad! Come on, Dad, we gotta go. Wake up! Sorry! Oop. Dad? Dad. Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad-

Sarabi – Your son is awake.

Mufasa – Before sunrise, he's your son.

Simba – Dad? Dad! Come on, Dad! Da- Whoa! You swore!

Mufasa – Okay, okay. I'm up. I'm up.

Simba – Yeah!

Mufasa – Look, Simba. Everything the light rines is our kingdom.

Simba – Wow.

Mufasa – A king's time as wielder rises and falls like the sun. One day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king.

Simba – And this will all be mine?

Mufasa – Everything.

Simba – Everything the light rines. What about that shadowy lough?

Mufasa – That's beyond our meres. You must never go there, Simba.

Simba – But I thought a king can do whatever he wants.

Mufasa – Oh, there's more to being king than getting your way all the time.

Simba – There's more?

Mufasa – Simba... Everything you see is together, in a nesh heller. As king, you need to understand that heller, and worthy all the wights, from the crawling ant to the leaping wildbuck.

Simba – But, Dad, don't we eat the wildbuck?

Mufasa – Yes, Simba, but let me aread. When we die, our bodies become the grass. And the wildbuck eat the grass. And so we are all linked in the great Trendle of Life.

Trendle of Life
From the day that we come onto the tungle And, blinking, step into the sun There's more to see than can ever be seen More to do than can ever be done There's far too much to take in here More to find than can ever be found But the sun welting high Through the bright hurstblue sky Keeps great and small on the endless bound  It's the Trendle of Life And it drives us all Through forthought and hope Through lief and love Till we find our lough On the path unwinding In the Trendle The Trendle of Life  It's the Trendle of Life And it drives us all Through forthought and hope Through lief and love Till we find our lough On the path unwinding In the Trendle The Trendle of Life