Wake up, you lazy good-for-nothing.

It's 7:00.

There's work to be done.

Get out and milk the cow...

if you want breakfast this morning, young man.

Crosby, it's morning.

Hey, wake up. You'd better get up.

We don't serve breakfast in bed around here, you know.

Look sharp.

Crosby!

What do you think this is, a restaurant?

I'll let you know when it's time to eat...

you worthless bag of bones.

Matilda, I expect a lot of milk from you this morning.

Don't let me down.

Now see the morning sun shine down on the fields

Meadow grass is wet with dew

All the birds wake and sing the same old songs

But they seem every morning fresh and new

What's in the traps?

Is there perhaps a little rabbit or two?

If it's a hare, we can prepare with him a wonderful stew

Right in your laps

Maybe perhaps a little rabbit could be

Letting him run, it'd be fun to set him free

When all the world is such a good land

We should be free in field and woodland

And so today we've come to greet you

And to entreat you to hear us

Let's have a look down in the brook

Is there a fish in the net?

What have we got?

If there's a lot, we'll have a chowder, you bet

Fishes will bite all through the night

If all the tackle's OK

And if they don't maybe we won't have fish today

Now see the morning sun shine down on the fields

Meadow grass is wet with dew

All the birds wake and sing the same old songs

But they seem every morning fresh and new

Just for you

It's too nice a day to sleep. Come on!

Oh, no. Please don't tell me you've run dry, Matilda.

Please don't. Try again, Matilda.

Maybe I'm having a bad dream.

With no milk to sell at the marketplace...

how will my poor mother and I be able to buy food?

Just our luck.

Take her down to the butcher. See that you get a fair price.

Who'd want an elephant without a trunk?

Don't imagine you would

With no tail to swing on, who'd want a monkey?

Not a single zoo would

An ostrich without a plume to flutter

When she should have many

Or a cow that gave no milk or butter

They're not worth a penny

This is the law that seems to rule us all

Don't you try to break it

Though you may think you're riding handsome and tall

You're due for a fall

Rules are often bad

And this rule is one

Though it makes us mad

That's the way it's done

Don't you worry, Matilda. I'll find a home for you.

I'm not gonna sell you to a butcher.

Hey, music, Matilda.

You like my music, Jack?

I've never met you before. How do you know my name?

Oh, I know lots of things, my boy...

more than you've ever dreamed of.

I'm just a poor farm boy, and I haven't seen much of the world.

Bet you're a fortune-teller.

Well, you're a bright boy...

and that guess isn't very wide of the mark.

Know what I really am?

I'm a seller of miracles.

My mother says miracles don't happen.

You say you like music, right, my boy?

Right. Music is one of my favorite things...

in the whole wide world.

Makes me feel all bubbly.

Well, if you like music, you must believe in miracles.

You see, music is a kind of miracle itself.

I don't think I understand. How can music be a miracle?

It makes you happy when you're sad.

It turns your tears into laughter.

I'd certainly call that a miracle, wouldn't you?

Hasn't music ever started your feet to dancing...

without you even knowing it?

There is mystery in music...

but not only in music, my boy.

Mystery and miracles are all around us, Jack, everywhere...

and sometimes where we least suspect them.

Take this bag, for instance.

It contains mysterious, miraculous, and magical beans.

Mysterious, miraculous, magical beans?

- Let me look. - Uh-uh!

Besides, a miracle won't happen until after you plant them.

What kind of miracle will happen?

Well, now, that would be telling.

I can see that you want them, so I'll tell you what.

I know you have no gold, so I'll trade them for your cow.

How does that sound?

It sounds like you're trying to trick me.

No, sir. I might be a poor farm boy, but I'm not stupid.

Think it over carefully. This is a genuine miracle. Look.

That's enough. You know you want them.

I'm offering you a miracle, so make up your mind.

Think. If you turn these beans down...

you may regret it for the rest of your life.

When opportunity knocks, open the door, my boy.

It won't knock a second time. Remember that.

So, what do you say?

Do you want to trade your cow for my beans?

All right. I'll do it. I've made up my mind.

A wise decision. Here. You're a lucky young man.

Takes more than luck to get ahead in this world.

I've got brains in my head.

What? You dunce! You blockhead!

Crackbrained simpleton!

You...

Numbskull?

You numbskull! You...

Doodle-minded nincompoop?

And ignoramus and bonehead...

All right. All right.

Please, Mother. That's enough. You're right.

I was wrong, and I was foolish, and I'm sorry.

Your being sorry won't put one cold potato on our table.

Bend down and take your punishment.

The only thing your poor father left us was that cow...

and now you've given her away...

for a handful of worthless beans.

Magic beans that can work miracles, indeed.

You foolish dunce! You blockhead! I'll teach you.

Thanks to you, we're penniless.

How will we eat? How will we live?

Are we to become beggars or thieves?

Is that what you want?

What will become of us?

I've worked up an appetite.

Me, too.

Magic beans. Magic, my elbow.

Jack!

I hope when you grow up, you'll remember this day.

Since there's nothing to eat...

I'll drink some water and go to bed.

Tomorrow, I'll try to think of something.

I'm sorry, Mother.

I guess I should have listened to you.

There's no such thing as miracles.

There's nothing going to happen

You're silly if you think it might

But always there must be a time when dreams come true

If you believe such nonsense

You'd better dream your dreams at night

A miracle can happen anytime to you

The only miracles are in the storybooks

And they are lies

But some of us know secrets that we are not confiding

All this is very stupid

We'll forget such rubbish if we're wise

We've a secret we're hiding

There's nothing going to happen

You're silly if you think it might

You don't believe such things can happen, but they do

If you believe such nonsense

You'd better dream your dreams at night

Just make a wish, you'll find it's happening to you

The only miracles are in the storybooks

And they are lies

The magic words are secret, you never must forget them

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