Mary Poppins Page #9

Mr. Banks:

Quite right.

Mary Poppins:

When gazing at a graph that shows the profits up

Their little cup of joy should overflow

Mr. Banks:

Precisely!

Mary Poppins:

It's time they learned to walk in your footsteps

Mr. Banks:

My footsteps.

Mary Poppins:

To tread your straight and narrow path with pride

Mr. Banks:

With pride.

Mary Poppins:

Tomorrow just as you suggest

Pressed and dressed

Jane and Michael will be at your side

Mr. Banks:

Splendid! You hit the nail right on the-- at my side? Where are we going?

Mary Poppins:

To the bank, of course, exactly as you proposed.

Mr. Banks:

I proposed?

Mary Poppins:

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.

Mr. Banks:

Winifred, did I say that I was going to take the children to the bank?

Mrs. Banks:

It certainly sounded that way, dear.

Mr. Banks:

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.

Jane:

Mary Poppins, we won't let you go!

Mary Poppins:

Go? What on earth are you talking about?

Michael:

Didn't you get sacked?

Mary Poppins:

Sacked? Certainly not! I am never sacked!

Jane:

Oh, Mary Poppins!

Jane & Michael:

Hurrah, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray--

Mary Poppins:

Neither am I a Maypole. Kindly stop spinning about me.

Michael:

But?

Mary Poppins:

Goats butt, birds fly, and children who are going on an outing with their father must get some

sleep. Come along, please.

Jane:

An outing with father?

Mary Poppins:

Yes.

Michael:

I don't believe it.

Jane:

He's never taken us on an outing before.

Michael:

He's never taken us anywhere.

Jane:

However did you manage it?

Mary Poppins:

Manage what?

Jane:

You must've put the idea in his head somehow.

Mary Poppins:

What an impertinent thing to say! Me putting ideas into people's heads? Really!

Jane:

Where's he taking us?

Mary Poppins:

To the bank.

Jane:

Oh, Michael, the city! And we'll see all the sights, and father can point them out to us.

Mary Poppins:

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.

Jane:

Past the end of his nose?

Mary Poppins:

Yes. Sometimes a little thing can be quite important.

Michael:

Oh, look! The cathedral.

Jane:

Father passes that every day. He sees that.

Mary Poppins:

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

Mr. Banks:

Now remember that a bank is a quiet and decorous place, so we must be on our best behaviour.

Michael:

But I thought it was your bank.

Mr. Banks:

Yes, well, I'm one of the younger officers, so in a sense it is, sort of.

Jane:

Michael, look! It's her!

Mr. Banks:

Who? It's who?

Jane:

The bird woman. Just where Mary Poppins said she would be. You do see her, don't you,

Father?

Mr. Banks:

Well, of course I can see her. Do you think I can't see past the end of my nose?

Jane:

Listen, Father, she's saying it.

Birdwoman:

Feed the birds. Tuppence a bag.

Mr. Banks:

Well, of course she's saying it. What else would she be saying?

Jane:

Please may we feed the birds?

Mr. Banks:

Whatever for?

Michael:

I have tuppence from my money box.

Jane:

Just this once, please?

Mr. Banks:

Waste your money on a lot of ragamuffin birds? Certainly not.

Jane:

But Mary Poppins-

Mr. Banks:

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!

Michael:

But it's my tuppence!

Mr. Banks:

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.

Mr. Dawes:

Hello, Banks. What's all this about?

Mr. Banks:

These are my children, Mr. Dawes.

Mr. Dawes:

Well, so I assumed. But why are they here?

Mr. Banks:

They wish to open an account, sir.

Mr. Dawes:

Oh, indeed?

Mr. Banks:

Yes.

Mr. Dawes:

And just how much money do you have, young man?

Michael:

Tuppence. But I want it to feed the birds.

Mr. Banks:

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Tuppence? Tuppence? Precisely how I started.

Mr. Banks:

That's the chairman of the bank, the elder Mr. Dawes. A giant in the world of finance.

Michael:

A giant?

Mr. Banks:

Shh, shh, shh.

Mr. Dawes:

Uh, Father, these are Banks's children. They want to open an account.

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

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?

Michael:

No. I want it to feed the birds!

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

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

Mr. Banks:

May I, sir?

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Carry on, Banks.

Mr. Banks:

You see, Michael, you'll be part of...

Railways through Africa

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Exactly!

Mr. Banks:

Dams across the Nile

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

The ships. Tell them about the ships.

Mr. Banks:

Fleets of ocean Greyhounds

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