In short, I am disturbed to hear my children
talking about popping in and out
of chalk pavement pictures,
consorting with racehorse persons,
fox hunting...
Yes, well, I don't mind that quite so much.
At any rate, it's traditional.
But tea parties on the ceiling? I ask you.
Having tea parties on the ceiling
and highly questionable outings
of every other kind!
If they must go on outings
These outings ought to be
Fraught with purpose
Yes, and practicality
These silly words like
Superca... Super...
- Superca...
- Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious.
Yes, well done. You said it.
And popping through pictures
Have little use
Fulfill no basic need
They've got to learn the honest truth
Despite their youth
They must learn...
- About the life you lead
- Exactly.
They must feel the thrill
of totting up a balanced book
- A thousand ciphers neatly in a row
- Quite right.
When gazing at a graph
that shows the profit's up
- Their little cup ofjoy should overflow
- Precisely!
It's time they learned
to walk in your footsteps
My footsteps.
To tread your straight
and narrow path with pride
With pride.
Tomorrow, just as you suggest,
Pressed and dressed
Jane and Michael will be at your side
Splendid! You hit the nail right on the...
At my side? Where are we going?
To the bank, of course,
exactly as you proposed.
- I proposed?
- Of course.
Now, if you'll excuse me. Tomorrow's
an important day for the children.
I shall see they have a proper night's sleep.
Good night.
Winifred, did I say that I was going
to take the children to the bank?
It certainly sounded that way, dear.
And why not? A capital idea!
Just the medicine they need
for all this slipshod, sugary female thinking
they get around here all day long.
Quite right. Good idea. Quite right.
Good idea. Quite right.
- Mary Poppins, we won't let you go!
- Go? What on earth are you talking about?
- Didn't you get sacked?
- Sacked?
Certainly not! I am never sacked!
- Oh, Mary Poppins!
- Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Neither am I a maypole.
Kindly stop spinning about me.
- But...
- Goats butt, birds fly,
and children who are going on an outing
with their father must get some sleep.
- Come along, please.
- An outing with Father?
- Yes.
- I don't believe it.
- He's never taken us on an outing before.
- He's never taken us anywhere.
- However did you manage it?
- Manage what?
You must've put the idea
in his head somehow.
What an impertinent thing to say! Me
putting ideas into people's heads? Really!
- Where's he taking us?
- To the bank.
Oh, Michael, the city!
And we'll see all the sights,
and Father can point them out to us.
Well, most things he can.
But sometimes a person we love,
through no fault of his own,
can't see past the end of his nose.
Past the end of his nose?
Yes. Sometimes a little thing
can be quite important.
Oh, look! The cathedral.
Father passes that every day.
He sees that.
Early each day to the steps of St. Paul's
The little old bird woman comes
In her own special way
To the people she calls
come buy my bags full of crumbs
come feed the little birds
Show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do
Their young ones are hungry
Their nests are so bare
All it takes is tuppence from you
Feed the birds
Tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence
Tuppence a bag
Feed the birds
That's what she cries
While overhead
Her birds fill the skies
All around the cathedral
The saints and apostles
look down as she sells her wares
Although you can't see it
You know they are smiling
Each time someone shows
that he cares
Though her words
Are simple and few
Listen, listen
She's calling to you
Feed the birds
Tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence
Tuppence a bag
Though her words
Are simple and few
Listen, listen
She's calling to you
Feed the birds
Tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence
Tuppence a bag
Now remember that a bank
is a quiet and decorous place,
so we must be on our best behavior.