George,
they're only children.
Precisely. And in the light
of what has happened...
George, are you certain
you know what you're doing?
I believe I do, Winifred.
A British bank
is run with precision
A British home
requires nothing less
Tradition, discipline and rules
must be the tools
Without them disorder, chaos
Moral disintegration
- In short you have a ghastly mess
- I quite agree.
The children must be moulded
shaped and taught
That life's a looming battle
to be faced and fought
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
Fulfil 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 profits up
- Their little cup of joy 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.
- Oh.
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!
- Hurrah, hurray, hurray,
- 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