I’ll be jiggered if I can find it anywhere, but I would have bet that the original version of “Bambi” had a song with the following heroic lyric, so typical of the 1950’s:
Bambi, Bambi, in spite of it all, little Bambi,
If you keep on climbing (5 forgotten syllables here)
You can get to the hilltop some day.
Now, that’s the sort of crap that my sister and I had stuffed down our throats when we were kids. The absurd idea that if you work hard, think big and have a dream, you can get to the top of the hill. And you can do it alone, with the wind and the rain in your hair, arms akimbo, triumphant: as Peter once mocked, “I am the king of Sri Lanka”.
Well, thank you very much, I could have used a helping hand on the way to the top of that impossible-to-reach hill, and I’ve tried to provide a modest boost to my son and grandkids.
Anyone who expects the younger generation to do it on their own is a selfish jerk.