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 behaviour.
- But I thought it was your bank.
- Yes, well, I'm one
of the younger officers...
so in a sense it is, sort of.
Michael, look!
- It's her!
- Who?
- It's who?
- The bird woman. Just where
Mary Poppins said she would be.
- You do see her, don't you, Father?
- Well, of course I can see her.
Do you think I can't see
past the end of my nose?
Listen, Father,
she's saying it.
Feed the birds.
Tuppence a bag.
Well, of course she's saying it.
What else would she be saying?
- Please may we feed the birds?
- Whatever for?
- I have tuppence from my money box.
- Just this once, please?
Waste your money on a lot of
ragamuffin birds? Certainly not.
- But Mary Poppins...
- I am not interested
in what Mary Poppins says.
Nor do I wish to keep hearing
her name for the remainder
of the day. Now come along!
But it's my tuppence!
Michael, I will not permit you
to throw your money away!
When we get to the bank, I shall show
you what may be done with your tuppence.
And I think you'll find it
extremely interesting.
Hello, Banks.
What's all this about?
- These are my children, Mr Dawes.
- Well, so I assumed.
- But why are they here?
- They wish to open an account, sir.
- Oh, indeed?
- Yes.
And just how much money
do you have, young man?
- Tuppence. But I want it
to feed the birds.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Tuppence?
Tuppence? Precisely how I started.
That's the chairman of the bank,
the elder Mr Dawes.
A giant in the world of finance.
- A giant?
- Shh, shh, shh.
Uh, Father, these
are Banks's children.
- They want to open an account.
- Oh, they do, do they, boy?
Excellent. Excellent.
We can al-always use...
al-always use more money to, to put
to work for the bank, can't we, boy?
So, you have tuppence?
May I be permitted to see it?
No. I want it to feed the birds!
Fiddlesticks, boy! Feed the birds
and what have you got? Fat birds!
But if you invest your tuppence
Wisely in the bank
Safe and sound
Soon that tuppence
safely invested in the bank
Will compound
And you'll achieve
that sense of conquest
As your affluence expands
In the hands
Of the directors
Who invest
As propriety demands