Then after they are both thrown into a dungeon, Donald rapidly breaks down, screams and talks, further showing resentment toward his cold-hearted father.Someone""s head restin"" on my knee; Warm and tender as he can be,Who takes good care of me; Oh wouldn""t it be loverly?Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly.His brothers hear his wish to be treated with honor at his death:That""s what I want when my turn comes.She breaks into song, "My Favorite Things":...bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittensBrown paper packages tied up with strings,These are a few of my favorite things.