the lovely image of the hippopotomi ballerina's, en pointe, dancing their way through Fantasia.
I can't hear that music without Alan Sherman's words thereto ringing through my poor head. "Hello Mudder. / Hello Fadder. / Here I am at / Camp Grenada!" And of course, the Fantasia images further make comic the "Dance of the Hours" music. BTW, Helen, forget not that the Fantansia hippi in tuti were ardently pursued by slavering wolves.