When The Angels Turn Their Back On You

Donna: 
Do you think that if you were falling in space... 
That you would slow down after a while, 
or go faster and faster? 

Laura: 
Faster and Faster. 
And for a long time you wouldn't 
feel anything. 

And then you'd burst into Fire. 
Forever... 

And The Angels wouldn't help you. 

Because They've All Gone Away...

Alan Moore’s Lost Stan Lee Essay

"Blinded By The Hype: 
An Affectionate Character Assassination". 

by The Alan Moore of 1983

 

I doubt that any of you sitting out there reading this are totally unfamiliar with the name Stan Lee…unless, of course, you happen to be one of those unfortunates who have spent their childhoods in a laundry hamper. Should this be the case, then please allow me to fill you in on the necessary details.

Stan Lee is the name of the flawed genius responsible for the Marvel Comics empire in its entirety. Without Stan Lee, you would not be reading this. Without Stan Lee there would have been no Fantastic Four, no X Men, no Hulk, no Thor, no nothing. Without Stan Lee there quite probably would have been no Conan movie and it is almost certain the comic book industry as a whole would be vastly different, assuming that it existed at all.

On the other hand, without Stan Lee you wouldn’t have to sit through such marrow-chilling dreck as the Spider-Man television show. I suppose it’s a case of having to take the rough with the smooth.

My long-distance acquaintance with this gentleman goes back some twenty years to the fateful day when, laid up with one of those loathsome childhood, I had sent my mother out to buy me my weekly comics ration. The particular comic I had been after was an issue of DC’s Blackhawk.

Knowing, however, that my maternal parent would be unlikely to remember anything as demanding as a two-syllable word like Blackhawk, I played it safe and told her that the comic I wanted featured a bunch fo people who all wore blue uniforms.

What turned up was Fantastic Four number three. Imagine my surprise.

My mother, of course, apologised profusely. For this reason I let her off with a mild cuffing and didn’t loose the dobermans upon her, as was my usual practice. Some two hours later, after I’d finished reading FF no.3 for something like the eighth time, I realised that she had in fact done me a tremendous service. This comic was utterly stark raving foaming-at-the-mouth stupendous!

Now, I was not the sort of child who regularly went in for lavish displays of gratitude but I recall that evening I threw mother an extra lump of raw meat and agreed to consider putting a couple of extra links in her chain…

At this point I should perhaps explain exactly what it was that devastated me about the third issue of the Fantastic Four. After all, when the issue first appeared, most of you readers were just a bunch of random genes and chromosomes wandering around looking for somebody to happen to. On top of that, you have grown up in a world where you have something in the region of forty different super-hero titles to chose from each month.

I doubt you can imagine the sheer impact that single comic possessed back there in the comic-starved wastelands of 1961 or whenever it was. Especially to someone whose only exposure to the super hero had been the clear-cut and clean-living square-jawed heroes featured in DC comics at the time. The most immediately noticeable thing was the sheer strangeness of Jack Kirby’s art. It had a craggy, textured quality that looked almost unpleasant to eyes that had become used to the graceful figures of Carmine Infantino or the smooth inking of Murphy Anderson. That said, it was a taste which quickly grew upon me.

Only a few short months later I couldn’t really look at Infantino or Kane or Swan or any of the other DC artists of that period without feeling that there was something missing… a lack of grittiness or something. Like I say, the art was very, very strange. Those of you whose only exposure to Kirby’s artwork has been something like ‘The Eternals’ can’t begin to imagine how strange.

The writing, however, was stranger. It wasn’t the plot that was so exceptional… as I recall the plot featured a second rate villain called the Miracle man who had the power to create illusions. He attacked the Fantastic Four, beat them, they regrouped, beat him, end of story. Nothing special.

What was special was the characterization…the way the characters talked, thought and behaved. I mean, think about it for a moment…there was a standard noble scientist type called Reed Richards who was given to making long-winded and pretentious proclamations on everything from Epsilon radiation to Universal Love.

There was his wimpy and fainthearted girlfriend, Susan Storm, who always looked as if she’d be much happier curled up in an armchair with a bottle of valium and the latest issue of Vogue rather than being captured by the Mole Man or someone of that ilk.

There was her skinny, teenaged brother Johnny who was brash, loudmouthed and not a little obnoxious, the sort of person who looked like he’d have less trouble picking up an articulated lorry than he would have picking up a steady girlfriend.

And last, but certainly not least, there was Ben Grimm, the Thing.

In those early days, the Thing was nothing at all like your cuddly, likeable ‘Orange Teddy-bear’ of later years. In those days he was portrayed as being something like a manic-depressive Hulk with a constant migraine headache, forever sprouting dialogue along the liens of “Bah! Out of my way, puny mortal!” and smashing up cars and buildings with a gusto that would leave the average soccer hooligan gaping with admiration.

On more than one occasion he came dangerously close to actually murdering the Human Torch while in a bad mood and in general you had the impression that he was always on the verge of turning into a fully fledged villain and quitting the Fantastic Four for good.

To someone who had cut his teeth upon the sanitised niceness of the Justice League of America, this was heady stuff indeed. I mean, in DC comics, if Superman ever said anything remotely nasty to Batman or Wonder Woman you knew that he was either suffering from the unpredictable effects of Red Kryptonite or was having his mind controlled by Lex Luther’s latest ‘Brain-Ray’.

With Ben Grimm, you knew that he was quite likely to pull someone’s arms and legs off one at a time for no better reason than that his corn-flakes had gone all soggy before he got round to eating them that morning.

There was a memorable scene in that selfsame issue three which featured the Invisible Girl proudly presenting her team-mates with some new costumes which she had designed (Up until that point, the Fantastic Four had dressed in ordinary street clothes.)

The Thing’s Costume was a skintight blue affair complete with black boots and a blue helmet which did it’s best to conceal his hideous, lumpy orange face. By the end of the issue he had ripped it to pieces in a fit of temper and stamped off wearing only the black bootees and the modified Y-Fronts which we know and love today.

In the same time, the Human Torch threw a screaming temper tantrum that would have looked better on a five-year old and decided to leave the Fantastic Four forever. With all this going on, you can see why I was less than interested by the Miracle Man and his horde of illusory monsters.

It was my first taste of Stan Lee’s writing and I was hooked.

Subsequent issues were no let down. In issue four the Sub Mariner made his first appearance since the 1950’s, turning up in the guise of a down and out amnesiac tramp who was quietly rotting away in a Bowery flophouse until said establishment was visited by the Human Torch who was still on the run from his three teammates.

In what, to me, remains one of the most electrifying comic scenes ever, an awestruck Johnny Storm ignites one finger using his flame-power and begins to shave away the tramp’s shaggy mane of hair and tangled beard to reveal the unearthly triangular face and elegant curving eyebrows of Prince Namor, the legendary Sub Mariner.

And on and on it went. And not only within the pages of the Fantastic Four: during this period Lee was expanding the whole Marvel line-up, revamping the flagging mystery titles to include a constantly increasing menagerie super-humans, and, most remarkably, writing them all himself. Thor, Ant Man, Daredevil, Iron Man, The Hulk, The Avengers… bearing in mind that the majority of these titles were monthlies, perhaps you’d like to sit down with a pencil and paper and work out just how many pages of script Stan the Man was having to turn out in any given month in addition to being the managing editor of a rapidly snowballing comic-book empire.

I mean, I myself have been known to pen a page or two in my time, but the thought of a workload like the that makes me tremble uncontrollably and give voice to funny squeaking noises. The man must have had eight pints of black coffee where most of us have blood.

Naturally, not all the scripts were that good, although if anyone had suggested that to me at the time I would have ripped their spine out and fed it to them an inch at a time.

Like most readers of that period I had become totally brainwashed by the sheer bellowing overkill of the Marvel publicity machine. If a cover-blurb in formed me that Millie the Model meets The Rawhide Kid was “The Greatest Action Epic of All Time” then by God, so it was and never mind about War and Peace, The Bible, King Solomon’s Mines and Moby Dick. As far as I was concerned, if it wasn’t written by Stan Lee it wasn’t in the running.

Probably the most remarkable thing that Stan Lee achieved was the way in which he managed to hold on to his audience long after they had grown beyond the age range usually associated with comic book readers of that period. He did this by constant application of change, modification and development.

No comic book was allowed to remain static for long. Iron Man traded in his gunmetal-grey juggernaut of a costume for the sleek red and gold affair that was gradually turned into the costume we know today. The Hulk left the Avengers, never to return. A Howling Commando got killed from time to time. You can say what you like about the early Marvel universe, but it sure as hell wasn’t boring.

As the sixties wore on, Lee’s writing began to mirror the changes that were taking place in the society about him. The gritty, streetwise realism slowly gave way to a sense of adventure and wonder on a grand and cosmic scale, just as thousands of middle class American kids were donning kaftans, growing their hair and setting out for San Francisco in search of cosmic adventures of their own.

To many, this ‘visionary’ period of Lee’s writing stands as his finest work. Personally, although it knocked me for a loop at the time, I can see with hindsight that in many ways it spelled the beginning of the end. That said, while it lasted it was probably the most fun you could have without risking imprisonment.

The Fantastic Four encountered, in swift succession, the stunning planet-eater known as Galactus, the soulful and simonized Silver Surfer, the Black Panther’s technological utopia set in the heart of the African jungles, the Inhumans, the Watcher and a vast plethora of equally brain-numbing individuals.

Thor encountered the Rigellian colonizers and more memorably, Ego the Living Planet. I’ll never forget turning the last page of that particular issue of Journey into Mystery to be confronted by the full-page spectacle of a massive organic planet with the grafted-on face of a malign octogenarian.

Believe me, when people my age wax lyrical about the sense of wonder to be found in those old comics, that’s the sort of thing they’re talking about. It was the sort of once-in-a-lifetime utterly mind-roasting concept that made you wonder just how long Lee and his Bullpen buddies could keep up that sort of pace and style.

The answer was, sadly, not long.”

As Marvel began to grow into a bigger and bigger concern, Lee seemed to find most of his time taken up in the day to day editorial decisions implicit in such a large enterprise, and less and less time available for the actual writing.

Other writers began to appear. Some of them, like Roy Thomas, were very very competent indeed. Others were less so. The one thing that all of these newer writers had in common was that they had by and large cut their teeth upon the writing o f Stan Lee.

This was good in as much as it lent a pleasing continuity to the books. Roy Thomas following Stan Lee with a style very much like Lee’s own… but bad in that what we were getting was a kind of Stan-Lee-Once-Removed situation. It was a sort of watering down process.

Eventually, writers began to appear who had cut their teeth upon Roy Thomas and the original idea was diluted still further. Writers who had less idea about plotting and characterization than a common earthworm came to believe that all one needed to write a good solid Stan Lee type story was to have Dr Doom or Galactus turn up and the heroes to spend a couple of obligatory frames arguing amongst themselves.

But, through Lee’s genius for publicity, the Marvel Machine had gathered a certain momentum. Each successive cover boasted that this issue was destined to be “The Greatest Super Heroic Slugfest in the Mighty Marvel Age of Comics!” And, like the ninnies we were, believed it. After all, when had Stan ever lied to us?

No matter that the issue in question featured the same old mindless fight scenes that we’d been through a hundred times before. No matter that the characters had degenerated into shallow parodies of their former selves. We sent for our MMMS membership kits and erected fiery crosses in the gardens of people suspected of reading DC comics or Brand Ecch as our fearless leader suggested we to refer to his distinguished competition.

We were wild-eyed fanatics to rival the loopiest thugee cultist or member of the Manson family. We were True Believers.

The worst thing was that everything had ground to a halt. The books had stopped developing. If you take a look at a current Spider-Man comic, you’ll find that he’s maybe twenty years old, he worries a lot about whats right and what’s wrong, and he has a lot of trouble with his girlfriends.

Do you know what Spider-Man was doing fifteen years ago? Well, he was about nineteen years old, he worried a lot about what was right and what was wrong and he had a lot of trouble with his girlfriends.

On the benign side, nearly everyone working in the medium today, especially those of us who are writers, owe Stan Lee a very great debt. I’d be the first to admit that any flair which my own writing might possess probably originates back on that Thursday afternoon when I was eight years old, sitting and boggling at the strange-looking comic that was far removed from Blackhawk as Mother Theresa is from Hugh Hefner. That’s a debt that I don’t take lightly, and if I wore a hat it would certainly be doffed to Mr. Lee for providing me with the inspiration that is currently helping to pay my rent.

Also, as I said in the opening paragraphs of this article, without the revitalising spark that Lee brought to the industry way back then, comics today would be vastly different and might not even exist at all.

A number of today’s most clearly Lee-influenced writers… Chris Claremont, Marv Wolfman, Jim Shooter… would almost certainly not be with us. Whether that is a good thing or a bad thing depends upon your opinion of their individual talents. Stan Lee has done a hell of a lot for the industry and there’s no getting away from it.

But it’s a thing that cuts both ways. I’ve often noticed that the most sparkling examples of the industry at the peak of it’s form seem to have an ultimately deleterious effect upon the medium as a whole. As a for instance, the original E.C. Mad comic, undeniably brilliant in it’s own right, has doomed us to a situation where any new humour magazine that appears is almost forced by law to have a title associated with mental illness (Cracked, Sick, Crazy, Frantic, panic, Madhouse, etc. etc.) and features a pale imitation of Mad’s stock in trade genre parodies without reflecting any of the wonderful drive and imagination of the original. The same is true for Stan Lee.

Stan Lee became a name that was synonymous with comic-book success. His competitors had either to copy what he was doing or go out of business. The largest of these competitors, DC comics, opted for the former course of action and today have a product which is largely interchangeable with that of their Marvel counterparts.

You see, somewhere along the line, one of the newer breed of Marvel editors… maybe it was Marv Wolfman, maybe it was someone else, had come up with one of those incredibly snappy sounding and utterly stupid little pieces of folk-wisdom that some editors seem to like pulling out of the hat from time to time.

This particular little gem went something as follows; “Readers don’t want change. Readers only want the illusion of change.” Like I said, it sounds perceptive and well-reasoned on first listening. It is also, in my opinion, one of the most specious and retarded theories that it has ever been my misfortune to come across.

Who says readers don’t want change? Did they do a survey or something? Why wasn’t I consulted?

If readers are that averse to change then how come Marvel ever got to be so popular in the first place, back when constant change and innovation was the order of the day? Frankly, it beats it beats the hell out of me.

Perhaps I could have a little more sympathy for pronouncements like this if there was some solid commercial reasoning behind them. If, for example, Marvel’s books suddenly started selling significantly more during the period when this “Let’s-Not-Rock-The-Boat” policy was introduced, then I might have reluctantly been forced to agree with it.

This is not the case. Marvel’s best selling title today is the X Men, or it was when I saw any figures. It sells something like 300,000 copies, and it is regarded as a staggering success.

Listen, in a country the size of America, 300,00 copies is absolutely pathetic. Back in the early fifties it was not unknown for even a comparatively minor-league publication like Lev Gleason’s original Daredevil (no relation) to clear six million copies every month. Even in the early days of the Marvel empire, any comic that was selling only 300,000 copies would have probably been cause for grave concern amongst those in charge of it’s production, and indeed it would have most likely been cancelled. These days, it’s the best we’ve got.

Now, I don’t want to cause too much alarm and despondency by talking about Marvel’s imminent downfall. Some of the recent developments over there in the home of the hamburger look very promising indeed and it looks as if it might just be possible to save the day at the last minute, the way it always happens in the comics. But, and it’s a big but, it’s been left awfully late. Maybe too late. We’ll have to wait and see.

As for Stan Lee, to read the man’s increasingly infrequent pronouncements you would assume that everything was brighter and better than it had ever been before. Gradually, however, it became clear that Stan Lee was no longer even marginally associated with the line of comics that had made him a very rich man. Oh sure, you get “Stan Lee presents…” at the top of every splash page and the odd guest-spot of embarrassing geriatric gibberings from the man himself turning up in the Bullpen Bulletin pages from time to time, but I have my doubts as to whether Mr. Lee has actually bothered to read a Marvel comic since sometime during the early seventies. As far as I know he occupies some sort of executive position out on the sunny west coast of America and is thoroughly immersed in a world of gold ingots and grey chest-hairs. In short, he’s out of the picture.

So, finally getting around the initial purpose of this article, what sort of legacy has he left behind? In comic book history, is he a Hero or a Villain?

Well, to borrow a concept that Mr. Lee himself made popular during the early sixties, he’s a Hero/Villain, just like Submariner or Hawkeye. He has had an influence upon the medium which is as benign as it is poisonous.

In the Justice League, Green Arrow, and Hawkman argue together in a pale echo of the original Thing/Torch dust-ups of yesteryear. Firestorm is about twenty years old, has lots of teenage problems and trouble with his girlfriends. In effect we have two big companies who are both Marvel comics to all intents and purposes but merely have different names.

All the other companies of the mid sixties… Charlton, ACG, Tower and so on… opted not to follow Marvel’s lead and subsequently went bust, leaving the comic field populated solely by pale ghosts of Lee’s former glories.

Even the independent publishers that have recently sprung up seem largely unable to do anything more radical than tinker feebly with Lee’s basic formulas. Captain Victory is little more than The Eternals playing at the wrong speed and Ditko’s Missing Man would not have looked out of place as a sub-plot in Dr. Strange.

Oddly enough, it is imitating the superficial stylistics of Mr. Lee’s ‘Marvel Renaissance’, most of these imitators seem unable to recognize the single most important quality that he brought to the comic medium.

Stan Lee, in his heyday, did something wildly and radically different.

And as far as I’m concerned, his vacant throne will remain empty until we come up with someone who has the guts and imagination to do the same.

Any offers? " 

- Alan Moore

Before The Law, 

There Stands a Guard.
A Man comes from the country, 

begging admittance to The Law.

But The Guard cannot admit him.

May he hope to enter at a later time?

"That is possible", 

said The Guard.

The Man tries to peer 

through the entrance.

He'd been taught that The Law 

was to be accessible to every Man.

"Do not attempt to enter without my permission", 

 says The Guard.

“I am very powerful. 

Yet I am the least of all The Guards.

From Hall to Hall,

 Door after Door, 

each Guard is more powerful 

than The Last." 

By The Guard's permission, 

The Man sits by the side of The Door, 

and there He waits.

For years, He waits.

Everything He has, he gives away 

in the hope of bribing The Guard, 

who never fails to say to him :

"I take what You give me only so that You will not feel that You left something undone."
Keeping His Watch during the long years, 

The Man has come to know even the fleas on The Guard's fur collar.

Growing childish in old age, 

He begs the fleas to persuade The Guard 

to change His mind and allow Him to enter.

His sight has dimmed, 

but in The Darkness
He perceives a radiance streaming immortally from 

The Door of The Law.

And now, before He dies, 

all He's experienced condenses into one Question, 

a Question He's never asked.

He beckons The Guard.

Says The Guard, 

"You are insatiable! 

What is it now?"
Says The Man, 

"Every Man strives to attain The Law.

How is it then that in all these years, 

no one else has ever come here, 

seeking admittance?"


His hearing has failed, 

so the Guard yells into his ear.

"Nobody else but You could ever have obtained admittance.

No one else could enter this door!

This door was intended only for you!

And now, I'm going to close it."
This tale is told during the story called 

"The Trial".
It's been said that the logic of this story is 

The Logic of a Dream...

Or a Nightmare.

This Could Be Heaven for EVERYONE. And it Isn't Yet

This Could Be Heaven for EVERYONE

And it Isn't Yet

DO THE WORK

Good Words Good Thoughts Good Deeds

Zoroastrianism also includes beliefs about The Renovation of The World and Individual Judgment (cf. general and particular judgment), including the resurrection of the dead. 


Individual judgment at death is by the Bridge of Judgment, which each human must cross, facing a spiritual judgment. 

Humans' actions under their Free Will determine the outcome. 

One is either greeted at The Bridge by a beautiful, sweet-smelling maiden (Spit-Spot) or by an ugly, foul-smelling old woman (Splish-Spalsh). 

The Maiden leads The Dead safely across the bridge to the Amesha Spenta Good Mind, who carries The Dead to Paradise.

The Old Woman leads the dead down a bridge that narrows until The Departed falls off into The Abyss of Hell.^[78]


Zoroastrian hell is reformative; punishments fit the crimes, and souls do not rest in eternal damnation. 

Hell contains foul smells and evil food, and souls are packed tightly together although they believe they are in total isolation



Mary Poppins

Bert:
All right, ladies and gents,
Comical poems suitable for the occasion, extemporized and thought up before your very eyes.

All right, here we go.
Room here for everyone gather around
The constable's "responstable." Now, how does that sound?
Hello, Miss Lark I got one for you.
Miss Lark likes to walk in the park with Andrew.
Hello, Andrew.
Ah, Mrs. Cory a story for you.
Your daughters were shorter than you, but they grew.
Dear Miss Persimmon--
Miss Persimmon:
Yes?
Bert:
Wind's in the east, mist comin' in.
Like something is brewin' about to begin
Can't put me finger on what lies in store
But I feel what's to happen, all happened before.
I'm sorry. Where was I? Thank you, one and all, for your kind support. Ah, Miss Lark, thank you.

Crikey. Bless you, guv. Generosity itself, that's what you are. No charge.
Oh, it's you! Hello. Number 17 Cherry Tree Lane, you say? All right. Come along with me. This

here's Cherry Tree Lane. Nice little spot, you might say. Number 17's just down a bit. Now, this

imposing edifice what first greets the eye, is the home of Admiral Boom, late of His Majesty's

Navy. Likes his house shipshape, he does, shipshape and Bristol fashion at all times.
Admiral Boom:
Time gun ready?
Mr Binnacle:
Ready and charged, sir.
Admiral Boom:
Three minutes and six seconds.
Mr Binnacle:
Aye, aye, sir.
Bert:
What he's famous for is punctuality. The whole world takes its time from Greenwich. But

Greenwich, they say, takes its time from Admiral Boom. What cheer, admiral?
Admiral Boom:
Good afternoon to you, young man. Where are you bound?
Bert:
Number 17. Got some parties here in tow what wants to see it.
Admiral Boom:
Enter that in the log.
Mr Binnacle:
Aye, aye, sir.
Admiral Boom:
A word of advice, young man: storm signals are up at number 17. Bit of heavy weather brewing

there.
Bert:
Thank you, sir. Keep an eye skinned. Here we are. Number 17 Cherry Tree Lane. Residence

of George Banks, Esquire. Hello, hello, hello. The admiral's right. Heavy weather brewin' at

number 17, and no mistake.
Mrs. Brill:
Leave her alone!
Ellen:
Shut up!
Mrs. Brill:
I'll show you. Don't you be trying to stop the wretched creature! Let her go, that's what I say, and

good riddance! I never liked her from the moment she set foot in the door.
Ellen:
But who gets stuck with the children with no nanny in the house? Me, that's who!
Mrs. Brill:
Her and her high and mighty ways! And that face of her that would stop a coal barge, it would.
Katie Nanna:
Indeed, Mrs. Brill! I wouldn't stay in this house another minute, not if you heap me with all the

jewels in Christendom.
Ellen:
No, no, Katie Nanna, don't go!
Katie Nanna:
Stand away from that door, my girl!
Ellen:
But what am I gonna tell the master about the children?
Katie Nanna:
It's no concern of mine. Those little beasts have run away from me for the last time.
Ellen:
They must be somewhere. Did you look around the zoo in the park? You know how Jane and

Michael is. Coo! You don't think the lion could've got at them, do ya? You know how fond they

was of hangin' around the cage.
Katie Nanna:
I said my say, and that's all I'll say. I've done with this house forever.
Mrs. Brill:
Well, hip, hip, hooray! And don't stumble on the way out, dearie.
Ellen:
Now, now, Katie Nanna!
Mrs. Banks! She's home!
Mrs. Banks:
Our daughter's daughters will adore us
And we'll sing in grateful chorus
"Well done, Sister Suffragette"
Good evening, Katie Nanna, Ellen. We had the most glorious meeting! Mrs. Whitbourne-Allen

chained herself to the wheel of the prime minister's carriage. You should've been there.
Katie Nanna:
Mrs. Banks, I would like a word with you.
Mrs. Banks:
And Mrs. Ainslie, she was carried off to prison, singing and scattering pamphlets all the way!
Katie Nanna:
I'm glad you're home, madam. I've always given the best that's in me.
Mrs. Banks:
On, thank you, Katie Nanna. I always knew you were one of us.
We're clearly soldiers in petticoats
And dauntless crusaders for women's votes
Though we adore men individually
We agree that as a group they're rather stupid
Katie nanna:
Mrs. Banks.
Mrs. Banks:
Cast off the shackles of yesterday
Shoulder to shoulder into the fray
Our daughter's daughters will adore us
And they'll sing in grateful chorus
"Well done, Sister Suffragette"
Katie Nanna:
Being that as it may, I do not wish to offend, but I--
Mrs. Banks:
From Kensington to Billingsgate
One hears the restless cries
From every corner of the land: womankind arise
Political equality and equal rights with men
Take heart for Mrs. Pankhurst has been clapped in irons again
No more the meek and mild subservients we
We're fighting for our rights, militantly - never you fear
Katie Nanna:
If I may have a word, Mrs. Banks.
Mrs. Banks:
So cast off the shackles of yesterday

Katie Nanna:
Mrs. Banks!
Mrs. Banks:
And shoulder to shoulder into the fray
Our daughter's daughters will adore us
And they'll sing in grateful chorus - "well done"
Katie Nanna:
Mrs. Banks.
Mrs. Banks:
"Well done"
Katie Nanna:
Mrs. Banks.
Mrs. Banks:
"Well done, Sister Suf--"
Katie Nanna:
Mrs. Banks!
Mrs. Banks:
What is it, Katie Nanna?
Katie Nanna:
Mrs. Banks, I have something to say to you.
Mrs. Banks:
Where are the children?
Katie Nanna:
The children, madam, to be precise, are not here. They've disappeared again.
Mrs. Banks:
Katie Nanna, this is really too careless of you. Doesn't it make the third time this week?
Katie Nanna:
The fourth, madam. And I for one have had my fill of it. I'm not one to speak ill of the children,

but--
Mrs. Banks:
Oh, please, when do you expect them home?
Katie Nanna:
I really couldn't say. And now if you'd be good enough to compute my wages, I'll--
Mrs. Banks:
Oh, gracious, Katie Nanna! You're not leaving? What will Mr. Banks say? He's going to be cross

enough as it is to come home and find the children missing. Ellen, put these things away. You

know how the cause infuriates Mr. Banks.
Ellen:
Yes, ma'am.
Mrs. Banks:
Katie Nanna, I beseech you. Please reconsider. Think of the children. Think of Mr. Banks. He

was just beginning to get used to you.
Admiral Boom:
Posts, everyone! Four, three, two, one. Fire!
Mrs. Banks:
Katie Nanna, I do beseech you--
Katie Nanna:
My wages, if you please.
Mr. Banks:
Bit early tonight, aren't you, admiral?
Admiral Boom:
Nonsense. Bang on the dot, as usual. How are things in the world of finance?
Mr. Banks:
Never better. Money's sound. Credit rates are moving up, up, up. And the British pound is the

admiration of the world.
Admiral Boom:
Good man.
Mr. Banks:
How do things look from where you stand?
Admiral Boom:
Bit chancy, I'd say. The wind's coming up and the glass is falling. - don't like the look of it.
Mr. Banks:
Good, good, good.
Admiral Boom:
Banks, shouldn't wonder if you weren't steering into a nasty piece of weather. Banks! Do you

hear me?
Mr. Banks:
Hello, Katie Nanna. That must be heavy. Allow me.
Katie Nanna:
Hmph!
Mr. Banks:
What a very pretty hat.
I feel a surge of deep satisfaction
Much as a king astride his noble steed - thank you.
When I return from daily strife, to hearth and wife
How pleasant is the life I lead
Mrs. Banks:
Dear, it's about the children.
Mr. Banks:
Yes, yes, yes.
I run my home precisely on schedule
At 6:01 I march through my door
My slippers, sherry and pipe are due at 6:02
Consistent is the life I lead
Mrs. Banks:
George, they're missing.
Mr. Banks:
Splendid. Splendid.
It's grand to be an Englishman in 1910
King Edward's on the throne it's the age of men
I'm the lord of my castle the sovereign, the liege
I treat my subjects, servants children, wife with a firm but gentle hand, noblesse oblige
It's 6:03 and the heirs to my dominion
Are scrubbed and tubbed and adequately fed
And so I'll pat them on the head and send them off to bed
Ah, lordly is the life I lead
Winifred, where are the children?
Mrs. Banks:
They're not here, dear.
Mr. Banks:
What? Well, of course they're here! Where else would they be?
Mrs. Banks:
I don't know, George
Mr. Banks:
You don't know?
Mrs. Banks:
Well, they're missing. Katie Nanna has looked everywhere.
Mr. Banks:
Very well. I'll deal with this at once.
Give me the police station, quickly, please.
Mrs. Banks:
I don't think we need bother the police, dear. The facts of the matter--
Mr. Banks:
Kindly do not attempt to cloud the issue with facts. One fact, and one fact alone is crystal clear!

Katie Nanna's faltered at her post. She's let the family down. And I shall bring her to boo-- oh.

She's left us, hasn't she?
Mrs. Banks:
Yes, dear, only just.
Mr. Banks:
What, uh-- yes. George Banks here. Yes. 17 Cherry Tree Lane. It's a matter of some urgency.

I should like you to send a policeman around immediately.
Mrs. Banks:
The policeman's here, George!
Mr. Banks:
What? Oh, how very prompt. What wonderful service. Thank you so much. Good night. Come

in, constable. Come in.
Constable:
Thank you, sir. While going about my duties on the other side of the park, I noted some

valuables that had gone astray. I believe they're yours, sir.
Mr. Banks:
Valuables?
Constable:
Come along, now. Come along.
Mrs. Banks:
Jane! Michael!
Mr. Banks:
Winifred, please don't be emotional.
Constable:
Oh, I wouldn't be too hard on 'em, sir. They've had a long, weary walk today.
Mr. Banks:
Children, come here at once. Well?
Jane:
I'm sorry we lost Katie Nanna, Father. You see, it was windy. And the kite was too strong for us.
Constable:
In a manner of speaking, sir, it was the kite that ran away, not the children.
Mr. Banks:
Thank you, Constable. I think I can manage this.
Jane:
Actually it wasn't a very good kite. We made it ourselves. Perhaps if you helped us to make

one--
Constable:
Ah, that's the ticket, sir. Kites are skittish things. Why, only last week with me own youngsters--
Mr. Banks:
I'm very grateful to you, Constable, for returning the children. And I'm sure that if you go to the

kitchen, Cook'll find you a plate of something.
Constable:
Thank you, sir. I shall now return to my duties.
Jane:
Thank you, Constable.
Constable:
Good night, miss. Good night, ma'am. Good night, sir. Cook'll find me something. I never--
Mrs. Banks:
I'm awfully sorry about this, George. I'll expect you'll want to discuss it.
Mr. Banks:
I would indeed! Ellen, take Jane and Michael upstairs straightaway.
Ellen:
Yes, sir. I knew it. When all's said and done, who bears the brunt of everything around here?

Me, that's who! They don't want an honest, hard-workin' girl around here. They need a ruddy

zookeeper.
Mrs. Banks:
I'm sorry, dear, but when I chose Katie Nanna, I thought she would be firm with the children. She

looked so solemn and cross.
Mr. Banks:
Winifred, never confuse efficiency with a liver complaint.
Mrs. Banks:
I'll try to do better next time.
Mr. Banks:
Next time? My dear, you've engaged six nannies in the last four months! And they've all been

unqualified disasters.
Mrs. Banks:
I quite agree.
Mr. Banks:
Choosing a nanny for the children is an important and delicate task. It requires insight, balanced

judgment, and an ability to read character. Under the circumstances, I think it might be apropos

to take it upon myself to, uh, select the next person.
Mrs. Banks:
Oh, would you, George?
Mr. Banks:
Obviously the way to find a proper nanny, is to go about it in a proper fashion. I shall put an

advertisement in The Times. Take this down please.
Mrs. Banks:
Yes, of course, dear.
Mr. Banks:
Wanted. Uh, no. Uh, required. Nanny: firm, respectable, no nonsense.
A British nanny must be a general
The future empire lies within her hands
And so the person that we need
To mold the breed
Is a nanny who can give commands
You getting this, Winifred?
Mrs. Banks:
Oh, yes, dear. Every word.
A British bank is run with precision
A British home requires nothing less
Tradition, discipline and rules must be the tools
Without them, disorder, catastrophe, anarchy
In short you have a ghastly mess
Mrs. Banks:
Splendid, George! Inspirational. The Times will be so pleased.
Jane:
Father?
Mr. Banks:
Yes?
Jane:
We've discussed everything, and we're very sorry about what we did today.
Mr. Banks:
I should certainly think so.
Jane:
It was wrong to run away from Katie Nanna.
Mr. Banks:
It was indeed.
Jane:
And we do so want to get on with the new nanny.
Mr. Banks:
Very sensible. I shall be glad to have your help in the matter.
Jane:
We thought you would. That's why we wrote this advertisement.
Mr. Banks:
Advertisement for what?
Jane:
For the new nanny.
Mr. Banks:
You wrote an advert--
Mrs. Banks:
George, I think we should listen.
Jane:
You said you wanted our help.
Mr. Banks:
But, I-- oh, very well.
Jane:
"Wanted: a nanny for two adorable children."
Mr. Banks:
"Adorable." well, that's debatable, I must say.
Jane:
If you want this choice position
Have a cheery disposition
Mr. Banks:
Jane, I don't--
Jane:
Rosy cheeks, no warts
Michael:
That's the part I put in.
Jane:
Play games, all sorts
You must be kind you must be witty
Very sweet and fairly pretty
Mr. Banks:
Well, of all the ridic-
Mrs. Banks:
George, please!
Jane:
Take us on outings give us treats
Sing songs bring sweets
Never be cross or cruel never give us castor oil or gruel
Love us as a son and daughter
And never smell of barley water
Michael:
I put that in, too.
Jane:
If you won't scold and dominate us
We will never you give you cause to hate us
We won't hide your spectacles so you can't see
Put toads in your bed or pepper in your tea
Hurry, nanny
Many thanks
Sincerely
Jane & Michael:
Jane and Michael Banks
Mr. Banks:
Thank you. Most interesting. And now I think we've had quite enough of this nonsense. Please

return to the nursery.
Mrs. Banks:
They were only trying to help. They're just children.
Mr. Banks:
I'm well aware they're just children, Winifred. I only congratulate myself that I decided to step in

and take a hand. "Play games, sing songs, give treats." Ridiculous. There's no question in my

mind whatsoever. Now is the time for action.
Give me The Times, please. No, I do not know the number.
Mrs. Banks:
Oh, George, you're always so forceful.
Mrs. Banks:
The Times? George Banks here. 17 Cherry Tree Lane. I wish to place an advertisement in your

column.
Admiral Boom:
Time gun ready?
Mr. Binnacle:
Ready and charged, sir.
Admiral Boom:
I'll take the report, Mr. Binnacle.
Mr. Binnacle:
The wind has changed, Sir. Seems to be comin' in from a new quarter.
Admiral Boom:
So it is.
Mr. Binnacle:
Sir?
Admiral Boom:
What is it?
Mr. Binnacle:
Bit of somethin' or other taking place off the port bow.
Admiral Boom:
Ghastly looking crew, I must say!
Ellen:
Coo! There's a fair queue of nannies outside, sir. Shall I show 'em in?
Mr. Banks:
Ellen, I said 8:00, and 8:00 it shall jolly well be. You see? Twelve seconds to go. Ten, nine,

eight---
Mrs. Banks:
Posts! Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!
Mr. Banks:
Ellen, it is now 8:00.
Ellen:
Yes, sir.
Mr. Banks:
But I have told you time and time again, Ellen, I dislike being hurried into things.
Jane:
I don't understand. They're not what we advertised for at all.
Michael, look!
Michael:
Perhaps it's a witch.
Jane:
Of course not. Witches have brooms.
It's her. It's the person. She's answered our advertisement.
Michael:
Rosy cheeks and everything.
Mr. Banks:
Ellen, you may now show them in, one at a time.
Ellen:
Yes, sir. You may come in one at a time.
Mary Poppins:
Thank you.
Ellen:
Oh.
Mary Poppins:
You are the father of Jane and Michael Banks, are you not? I said, you are the father of Jane

and Michael Banks.
Mr. Banks:
Well, well ye-- yes, of course, I mean. Uh-- you brought your references, I presume. May I see

them?
Mary Poppins:
Oh, I make it a point never to give references. A very old-fashioned idea to my mind.
Mr. Banks:
Is that so? We'll have to see about that then, won't we?
Mary Poppins:
Now then, the qualifications. "Item one: a cheery disposition." I am never cross. "Item two: rosy

cheeks." Obviously. "Item three: play games, all sorts." Well, I'm sure the children will find my

games extremely diverting.
Mr. Banks:
May I? Eh, this paper? Where did you get it from? I thought I tore it up.
Mary Poppins:
Excuse me. "Item four: you must be kind." I am kind, but extremely firm. Have you lost

something?
Mr. Banks:
Ah! Yeah. That paper, you see. I thought that I--
Mary Poppins:
You are George Banks, are you not?
Mr. Banks:
What?
Mary Poppins:
And you did advertise for a nanny, did you not?
Mr. Banks:
George Banks.
Mary Poppins:
Very well then.
Mr. Banks:
I tore it up, turned it over. Tore it up again and threw it in there. Yes.
Mary Poppins:
I beg your pardon. Are you ill?
Mr. Banks:
I hope not.
Mary Poppins:
Now, about my wages. The reference here is very obscure.
Mr. Banks:
Very obscure.
Mary Poppins:
We must be very clear on that point, mustn't we?
Mr. Banks:
Yes, we must indeed.
Mary Poppins:
I shall require every second Tuesday off.
Mr. Banks:
Every Tuesday.
Mary Poppins:
On second thoughts, I believe a trial period would be wise. Hmm. I'll give you one week. I'll know

by then. I'll see the children now. Thank you.
Close your mouth please, Michael. We are not a codfish. Well, don't stand there staring. Best

foot forward. Spit spot!
Mrs. Banks:
George? Aah! George, what on earth are you doing? I thought you were interviewing nannies.
Mr. Banks:
I was! I was!
Mrs. Banks:
You mean you've selected one already?
Mr. Banks:
Yes, it's done. It's, it's all done.
Mrs. Banks:
Well, where is she?
Mr. Banks:
What? Well, eh, she's in the nursery of course, I mean. I put her to work straightaway, I mean.
Mrs. Banks:
How clever of you! I would have muddled the whole thing. Tell me, is she everything that we'd

hoped she be?
Mr. Banks:
Well, I - it all happened rather quickly. I mean, I-- I, uh--
Mrs. Banks:
Will she be firm? Will she give commands? Will she mold our young breed?
Mr. Banks:
You know, Winifred, I think she will. I think she will.
Mrs. Banks:
In that case, perhaps you'd better tell Ellen to dismiss the others.
Mr. Banks:
The others? Oh, yes. Ellen?
Ellen:
Y-yes, sir?
Mr. Banks:
Tell the other applicants they may go. The position has been filled.
Ellen:
The others, sir?
Mr. Banks:
Yes, the others. How many n-nannies does she think we need in this house?
Ellen:
The position has been filled.
Jane:
I'm afraid the nursery isn't very tidy.
Mary Poppins:
It is rather like a bear pit, isn't it?
Michael:
That's a funny sort of bag.
Mary Poppins:
Carpet.
Michael:
You mean to carry carpets in?
Mary Poppins:
No. Made of.
Jane:
This is your room, and there's a lovely view of the park.
Mary Poppins:
Hmm. Well, it's not exactly Buckingham Palace. Still, it's clean. Yes, I think it will be quite

suitable. Just needs a touch here and there. Well, first things first. I always say, the place to

hang a hat is on a hat stand. Ah! This will never do! I much prefer seeing all of my face at the

same time.
Michael:
There-- but there was nothing in it.
Mary Poppins:
Never judge things by their appearance. Even carpetbags. I'm sure I never do. A thing of beauty

is a joy forever. Mmm, a little more light, perhaps.
Michael:
We better keep an eye on this one. She's tricky.
Jane:
She's wonderful.
Mary Poppins:
Much better! Now, let me see. That's funny. I always carry it with me. It must be here

somewhere.
Michael:
What?
Mary Poppins:
My tape measure.
Michael:
What do you want it for?
Mary Poppins:
I want to see how you two measure up. Well, that's the funniest thing I ever saw. I know it's

down here somewhere. Ah, ha-ha, ha-ha! Here it is. Good. Come along, then. Quickly. Head up,

Michael. Don't slouch. Just as I thought. Extremely stubborn and suspicious.
Michael:
I am not!
Mary Poppins:
See for yourself.
Michael:
"Extremely stubborn and sus--"
Mary Poppins:
Suspicious.
Now you, Jane. Mmm. "Rather inclined to giggle. Doesn't put things away."
Michael:
How 'bout you?
Mary Poppins:
Very well. Hold this for me. As I expected. "Mary Poppins. Practically perfect in every way."
Jane:
Mary Poppins! Is that your name? It's lovely.
Mary Poppins:
Thank you. I've always liked it. Now, shall we get on with it?
Jane:
Get on with what?
Mary Poppins:
In your advertisement, did you not specifically request to play games?
Jane:
Oh, yes!
Mary Poppins:
Very well, then. Our first game is called "well begun is half done."
Michael:
I don't like the sound of that.
Mary Poppins:
Otherwise entitled, "let's tidy up the nursery."
Michael:
I told you she was tricky.
Mary Poppins:
Shall we begin?
Jane:
It is a game, isn't it, Mary Poppins?
Mary Poppins:
Well, it depends on your point of view. You see,
In every job that must be done,
There is an element of fun.
You find the fun, and snap!
The job's a game.
And every task you undertake
Becomes a piece of cake
A lark, a spree it's very clear to see
That a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down
Medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way
A robin feathering his nest
Has very little time to rest
While gathering his bits of twine and twig
Though quite intent in his pursuit,
He has a merry tune to toot
He knows a song will move the job along
For a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down
Medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way
The honeybees that fetch the nectar from the flowers to the comb
Never tire of ever buzzing to and fro
Because they take a little nip from every flower that they sip
And hence
Reflection:
And hence
Mary Poppins:
They find
Reflection:
They find
Mary Poppins & Reflection:
Their task is not a grind
Mary Poppins:
Cheeky.
Don't be all day about it, please.
Michael:
Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!
Mary Poppins:
Well, that was very--
Thank you now-- when you've quite finished!
Thank you. That will be quite sufficient. Hats and coats, please. It's time for our outing in the

park.
Michael:
I don't want an outing. I want to tidy up the nursery again.
Mary Poppins:
Enough is as good as a feast. Come along, please. Let me look at you. Well, you're not as well

turned out as I'd like. Still, there's time. There's time. Spit spot! And off we go.
Jane & Michael:
For a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down
Medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine
Go down in the most delightful way
Bert:
Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheroo
I does what I likes and I likes what I do
Hello, art lovers.
Today I'm a screever and as you can see
A screever's an artist of highest degree
And it's all me own work
From me own memory
Well, not Royal Academy, I suppose. Still they're better than a finger in your eye, ain't they?
Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheroo
I draws what I likes and I likes what I drew
No remuneration do I ask of you
But me cap would be glad of a copper or two
Me cap would be glad of a copper or two
Wait! Don't move. Don't move a muscle. Stay right where you are. I'd know that silhouette

anywhere! Mary Poppins!
Mary Poppins:
It's nice to see you again, Bert. I expect you know Jane and Michael.
Bert:
Well, I've seen 'em here and about. Chasin' a kite last time, weren't it?
Jane:
Mary Poppins is taking us to the park.
Bert:
To the park? Not if I know Mary Poppins. Other nannies take children to the park. When you're

with Mary Poppins, suddenly you're in places you've never dreamed of. And quick as you can

say "Bob's your uncle," the most unusual things begin to happen.
Mary Poppins:
I'm sure I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.
Bert:
Well mind, it's not my place to say, but what she's probably got in mind, is a jolly holiday

somewheres or other. Something along these lines, I shouldn't be surprised. "Punting on the

Thames." That's always good if you like an outing. Here we go.
The circus. How about a lovely circus? Lions and tigers. World-famous artistes performing

death-defyin' feats, of dexterity and skill before your very eyes. Ta-da! Ta-da!
Jane:
Oh, that's lovely. If you please, I'd much rather go there.
Bert:
Beautiful, ain't it? A typical English countryside, as done by a true and lovin' hand. Though you

can't see it, there's a little country fair down that road and uh, over the hill.
Michael:
I don't see any road.
Bert:
What? No road? Just wants a bit of somethin' here, and a bit of somethin' there. There. A

country road suitable for travel and high adventure.
Jane:
Please may we go, Mary Poppins? Please? Such a lovely place. Don't you think it's lovely, Mary

Poppins?
Bert:
Now's the time, Mary Poppins. No one's lookin'.
Jane & Michael:
Please, Mary Poppins. Please! Please, Mary Poppins. Please!
Mary Poppins:
I have no intention of making a spectacle of myself, thank you.
Bert:
All right, I'll do it myself.
Mary Poppins:
Do what?
Bert:
Bit of magic.
Michael:
A bit of magic?
Bert:
It's easy. Let's see. You think. You wink. You do a double blink. You close your eyes and jump.
Jane:
Is something 'sposed to happen?
Mary Poppins:
Bert, what utter nonsense! Ohh! Why do you always complicate things that are really quite

simple? Give my your hand, please, Michael. Don't slouch. One, two.
Bert:
Mary Poppins, you look beautiful.
Mary Poppins:
Do you really think so?
Bert:
Cross my heart you do. Like the day I met ya.
Mary Poppins:
You look fine, too, Bert.
Michael:
I thought you said there was a fair.
Bert:
So I did. Down the road behind the hill, remember?
Jane:
Come on! I hear the merry-go-round.
Bert:
Tell 'em Bert sent ya.
Mary Poppins:
Don't fall and smudge the drawing.
Bert:
Ain't it a glorious day
Right as a mornin' in May
I feel like I could fly
Mary Poppins:
Now, Bert. None of your larking about.
Bert:
Have you ever seen
The grass so green
Or a bluer sky
Oh, it's a jolly holiday with Mary
Mary makes your heart so light
Mary Poppins:
You haven't changed a bit, have you?
Bert:
When the day is gray and ordinary
Mary makes the sun shine bright
Mary Poppins:
Oh, honestly!
Bert:
Oh, happiness is bloomin' all around her
The daffodils are smilin' at the dove
When Mary holds your hand you feel so grand
Your heart starts beatin' like a big brass band
Mary Poppins:
You are lightheaded.
Bert:
It's a jolly holiday with Mary
No wonder that it's Mary that we love
Animals:
Oh, it's a jolly holiday with Mary
Mary makes your heart so light
When the day is gray and ordinary
Mary makes the sun shine bright
Oh, happiness is bloomin' all around her
The daffodils are smiling at the dove oink, oink.
When Mary holds your hand
You feel so grand
Your heart starts beatin' like a big brass band
It's a jolly holiday with Mary
No wonder that it's Mary that we love
Mary Poppins:
Thank you.
Turtles:
Our pleasure, Mary Poppins.
Mary Poppins:
Oh, it's a jolly holiday with you, Bert
Gentlemen like you are few
Bert:
A vanishing breed, that's me.
Mary Poppins:
Though you're just a diamond in the rough, Bert
Underneath your blood is blue
Bert:
Common knowledge.
Mary Poppins:
You'd never think of pressing your advantage
Forbearance is the hallmark of your creed
Bert:
True.
Mary Poppins:
A lady needn't fear
When you are near
Your sweet gentility is crystal clear
Oh, it's a jolly holiday with you, Bert
A jolly, jolly holiday with you
Bert:
Waiter! Waiter!
Mary Poppins:
Now then, what'd be nice?
We'll start with raspberry ice
and then some cakes and tea
Waiter
Order what you will
There'll be no bill
It's complimentary
Mary Poppins:
You're very kind.
Waiter:
Anything for you, Mary Poppins. You're our favorite person.
Bert:
Right you are.
It's true that Mavis and Sybil have ways that are winnin'
And Prudence and Gwendolyn set your hearts spinnin'
Phoebe's delightful
Maude is disarming
Waiters:
Janice Felicia Lydia
Bert:
.. charming
Cynthia's dashing,
Vivian's sweet,
Stephanie's smashing
Priscilla a treat
Waiters:
Veronica Millicent Agnes and Jane
Bert:
convivial company time and again
Dorcas and Phyllis and Glynis are sorts
I'll agree they're three jolly good sports
But cream of the crop
Tip of the top
Bert & Waiters:
Is Mary Poppins
And there we stop
When Mary holds your hand
You feel so grand
Your heart starts beatin' like a big brass band
It's a jolly holiday with Mary
No wonder that it's Mary that we love
No wonder that it's Mary that we love
No wonder that it's Mary that we love
Michael:
Ya-hoo! Ya-hoo! Ya-hoo! Ya-hoo! -ya-hoo!
Jane:
Our own private merry-go-round.
Bert
Very nice. Very nice, indeed, if you don't wanna go nowhere.
Mary Poppins:
Who says we're not going anywhere? Oh, guard!
Guard:
Righto, Mary Poppins.
Mary Poppins:
Thank you.
Guard:
They're off! It's Mary Poppins leadin' by two lengths. Jane is second by a length. Michael third.
Michael:
My horse is the fastest.
Bert:
Do you hear that, mate? Do you wanna put up with that? That's the ticket! Come on, my lad. Is

that the best you can do?
Michael:
Hurry up, boy. Hurry up!
Mary Poppins:
Not so fast, please. Michael! Now really, Bert. You're as bad as the children.
Bert:
Sorry. Whoa, boy! Whoa! Whoa. Easy, boy. Whoa. Whoa. Just a bit of high spirits, Mary

Poppins.
Mary Poppins:
Please control yourself. We are not on a racecourse.
Follow me, please.
Good morning.
Hunter:
Oh, yes, quite. Wha-- I say! Have you ever?
Horse:
Never!
Hunter:
View halloo!
Horse:
Oh, yes, definitely. A view halloo.
Fox:
View halloo?
Faith and begorra! 'Tis them redcoats again!
Dogs:
View halloo! View halloo! View halloo!
Fox:
Oh, musha, musha.
Bert:
Poor lit'l bloke. Let's give him a hand.
Fox:
Saints preserve us! Yikes!
Tally ho!
Bert:
Da-doo, da-doo! Up you go. Now hang on.
Fox:
Would you look at that now? 'Tis an elegant merry-go-round horse. Come on and fight, you dirty

omadhauns. I can lick the lot of ya's. Faster, me beauty! Faster!
Mary Poppins:
Oh, riders, would you be so kind as to let me pass?
Horse Rider:
Certainly, ma'am.
Mary Poppins:
Thank you.
Horse Rider:
Not at all, ma'am.
Spectator 1:
Excellent time, gentlemen.
Spectator 2:
Oh, yes, quite. - perfect day for it, of course.
Mary Poppins:
Oh. Oh, how nice.
Crowd:
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Photographer:
Hold still, now. Watch for the dickie bird.
Reporter 1:
Uh, how does it feel, Mary Poppins, winning the race?
Mary Poppins:
Oh, well I--
Reporter 2:
- gaining fame and fortune.
Mary Poppins:
Uh, yes.
Reporter 3:
Having your picture taken for the newspaper.
Mary Poppins:
Uh, oh, actually, I'm delighted.
Reporter 4:
Besides having your extreme good looks, if I may say so.
Mary Poppins:
Oh, well, I wouldn't go--
Reporter 3:
There probably aren't words to describe your emotions.
Mary Poppins:
Now, now, now, now, gentlemen, please. On the contrary, there's a very good word. Am I right,

Bert?
Bert:
Tell 'em what it is.
Mary Poppins:
Right! It's ...
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious
Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious
If you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious
Group:
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Bert:
Because I was afraid to speak when I was just a lad
Me father gave me nose a tweak and told me I was bad
But then one day I learned a word that saved me achin' nose
Bert & Mary Poppins:
The biggest word you ever heard and this is how it goes
Oh, supercalifragilistic- expialidocious
Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious
If you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Group:
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Mary Poppins:
He's traveled all around the world and everywhere he went
He'd use his word and all would say, "there goes a clever gent"
Bert:
When dukes and maharajahs pass the time of day with me
I'd say me special word and then they'd ask me out to tea
Bert & Mary Poppins:
Ooh, supercalifragilistic- expialidocious
Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious
If you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Mary Poppins:
You know, you can say it backwards,
Which is, Dociousaliexpiistic- fragilcalirupus.
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?
Bert:
Indubitably.
Mary Poppins:
So when the cat has got your tongue there's no need for dismay
Bert:
Hear, hear!
Mary Poppins:
Just summon up this word and then you've got a lot to say
But better use it carefully or it could change your life
Drummer:
For example.
Mary Poppins:
Yes?
Drummer:
One night I said it to me girl, and now me girl's me wife.
Ow! And a lovely thing she is, too.
Group:
She's supercalifragilistic- expialidocious
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious
Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious
Mary Poppins:
Jane! Michael! Stay close now. Oh, Bert, all your fine drawings.
Bert:
Well, there's more where they came from. Meantime, I'm changing businesses. This here is

lovely hot chestnut weather.
Mary Poppins:
Come along, children. Bye, Bert.
Bert:
Bye-bye.
Jane:
Bye, Bert.
Bert:
Bye. Bye, Jane and Michael.
Michael:
Bye, Bert.
Bert:
Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheroo
La dum da da dum da da da da dum
Michael:
No, no, I won't take your nasty medicine!
Jane:
Do we have to, Mary Poppins?
Mary Poppins:
People who get their feet wet, must learn to take their medicine.
Michael:
I don't want it. I'm not gonna--
Jane:
Oh! Lime cordial! Delicious!
Michael:
Strawberry! Mmm!
Mary Poppins:
R-r-rum punch. Quite satisfactory.
Jane:
Mary Poppins, you won't ever leave us, will you?
Mary Poppins:
Do you have a handkerchief under your pillow? Mm-hmm.
Michael:
Will you stay if we promise to be good?
Mary Poppins:
Och! That's a piecrust promise. Easily made, easily broken.
Jane:
Whatever would we do without you?
Mary Poppins:
I shall stay until the wind changes.
Michael:
But, Mary Poppins, how long will that be?
Mary Poppins:
Silence, please. It's time to go to sleep.
Jane:
Oh, we couldn't possibly go to sleep! So many lovely things have happened today.
Mary Poppins:
Did they?
Jane:
Yes! When we jumped into Bert's chalk picture.
Michael:
And we rode the merry-go-round, and all the horses jumped off, and--
Jane:
And we all went riding in the countryside!
Jane & Michael:
Tally ho! Tchunga! Tchunga! Yikes!
Mary Poppins:
Really?
Jane:
Mary Poppins, don't you remember? You won the horse race!
Mary Poppins:
A respectable person like me in a horse race? How dare you suggest such a thing.
Michael:
But I saw you do it!
Mary Poppins:
Now, not another word or I shall have to summon the policeman. Is that clear?
Michael:
It did happen! I saw it!
Mary Poppins:
Go to sleep.
Michael:
No, I don't want to go to sleep.
Jane:
Mary Poppins, we're much too excited!
Mary Poppins:
Very well, suit yourselves.
Stay awake don't rest your head
Don't lie down upon your bed
While the moon drifts in the skies
Stay awake don't close your eyes
Though the world is fast asleep
Though your pillow's soft and deep
You're not sleepy as you seem
Stay awake don't nod and dream
Stay awake don't nod and dream
Admiral Boom:
Glorious day, Mr. Binnacle. Glorious! No one sleeps this morning. Put in a double charge of

powder.
Mr. Binnacle:
A double charge? Aye, aye, sir.
Admiral Boom:
Shake things up a bit, what?
Mrs. Banks:
Lovely, lovely morning, Ellen.
Ellen:
Indeed it is, ma'am.
Mrs. Banks:
Have you put the spoiled eggs in my carryall?
Ellen:
Yes, ma'am.
Mrs. Banks:
After our meeting at the Albert Hall, we're all going to Downing street, to throw things at the

prime minister. Oh, how distinguished you look this morning, George.
Mr. Banks:
What's all that fearful caterwauling in the kitchen?
Mrs. Banks:
It's cook singing.
Mr. Banks:
Cook singing? What's wrong with her?
Mrs. Banks:
She's happy as a cricket. As a matter of fact, since you hired Mary Poppins, the most

extraordinary thing seems to have come over the household.
Mr. Banks:
Is that so?
Mrs. Banks:
Take Ellen for instance. She hasn't broken a dish all morning.
Mr. Banks:
Really? Well, that is extraordinary.
Mrs. Banks:
And another thing. She and Cook usually fight like cats and dogs, but today--
Mrs. Brill:
Let me hold the door for you, Ellen dear.
Ellen:
Thanks ever so, ducks.
Mr. Banks:
Ellen, stop making that offensive noise! And shut the window! That bird's giving me a headache.
Ellen:
Yes, sir. Quiet! You're giving the master a headache.
Mrs. Banks:
I'm so sorry you're not feeling well this morning, George.
Mr. Banks:
Who said I'm not feeling well? I'm fit as a fiddle. I just don't understand why everyone's so

confoundedly cheerful!
Jane & Michael:
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious
Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious
Mrs. Banks:
How lovely. Thank you, my darling.
Jane & Michael:
Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious
Jane, Michael, Ellen & Mrs. Brill:
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious
Mr. Banks:
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Jane:
Good morning, Father.
Mr. Banks:
Good morning.
Jane:
Mary Poppins taught us the most wonderful words.
Michael:
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious
Mr. Banks:
What on earth are you talking about? Supercali-- super-- or whatever the infernal thing is.
Jane:
It's something to say when you don't know what to say.
Mr. Banks:
Yes, well, I always know what to say. Go on, hurry along, please.
Jane:
Yes, father.
Jane & Michael:
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious
Mr. Banks:
Winifred, will you be good enough to explain this unseemly hullabaloo?
Mrs. Banks:
I don't think there's anything to explain, do you? It's obvious that you're out of sorts this morning.

The children just came in to make you feel better.
Mr. Banks:
I should like to make one thing quite clear, once and for all. I am not out of sorts. I am in a

perfectly equable mood. I don't require being made to feel better!
Mrs. Banks:
But you're always saying that you wanted a cheerful and pleasant household.
Mr. Banks:
Winifred, I should like to make a slight differentiation between the word cheerful and just plain

giddy irresponsibility.
Mrs. Banks:
Excuse me, dear. Posts, everyone, please!
Mr. Banks:
I have no objection to anyone being cheerful or pleasant. But I do expect a certain decorum. I

can tell you one thing, Winifred. I don't propose standing idly by and letting that woman, Mary

Poppins, undermine the discipline and-- there's something odd, I may say extremely odd about

the behavior of this household since that woman arrived. And I want you to know that I've

noticed it!
Mrs. Banks:
Yes, dear.
Mr. Banks:
One thing more.
Mrs. Banks:
Yes, dear?
Mr. Banks:
I suggest you have this piano repaired. When I sit down to an instrument, I like to have it in tune.
Mrs. Banks:
But, George, you don't play.
Mr. Banks:
Madam, that is entirely beside the point!
Mary Poppins:
Now, let me see. First of all, we must go to the piano tuners. And then we go to Mrs. Cory's sh--

Mrs. Cory's shop for some gingerbread.
Jane:
Ah, gingerbread!
Mary Poppins:
And then we go to the fishmonger's, I think, for a nice dover sole and a pint of prawns. Uh,

Michael, stop stravaging along behind.
Admiral Boom:
Ahoy, there! Ahoy! Good day to you!
Mary Poppins:
Good morning, Admiral.
Admiral Boom:
Michael, what fine adventure are we off upon today? Going to fight the Hottentots? Dig for buried

treasure?
Michael:
We're going to buy some fish.
Admiral Boom:
Very good! Proceed at flank speed.
Michael:
Aye, aye, sir.
Admiral Boom:
Let's put our backs into it, lad. More spit and polish. That's what's wanted around here.
Jane:
It's Andrew!
Mary Poppins:
Uh, not so fast, please. I can't understand a word you're saying. Again? Och! Oh, the poor man!

Bless you. Well, yes, of course. There's not a moment to lose. I'll go straightaway. And thank

you very much.
Jane:
What did he say?
Mary Poppins:
He said, "you're welcome."
Jane:
What else did he say?
Michael:
I don't think he said anything.
Mary Poppins:
You know best, as usual.
Jane:
I thought we were gonna buy some fish.
Mary Poppins:
There's been a change of plans. Come along, please. Don't straggle.
Andrew, worrying won't help anyone. Why don't you go home and put your feet up?
Oh, Bert, I'm glad you're here.
Bert:
I came over the moment I heard.
Mary Poppins:
Well, how is he?
Bert:
I've never seen him as bad as this, and that's the truth.
Mary Poppins:
Oh!
Bert:
How about them? It's contagious, you know.
Jane:
Shall we get spots?
Mary Poppins:
Oh, highly unlikely.
Oh, uncle Albert!
Uncle Albert:
Oh, bless me. Bless my soul. It's Mary Poppins! I'm delight-- -I'm delighted to see you, Mary.
Mary Poppins:
Uncle Albert, you promised!
Uncle Albert:
Oh, I kn-- I know, I-- but I tried. Really, I did, my dear. I-- but I so enjoy laughing, you know? And,

well-- and when I start, it's all up with the-- that's what happens to me. I love to laugh! Oh, my

goodness! I can't help it. You can see that. I just like laughing, that's all.
Mary Poppins:
Jane, don't you dare! You'll only make him worse. It's really quite serious!
Bert:
Yes, whatever you do, keep a straight face. Last time, it took us three days to get him down.
Uncle Albert:
I love to laugh
Loud and long and clear
I love to laugh
It's getting worse every year
The more I laugh
The more I fill with glee
Mary Poppins:
You're no help at all.
Uncle Albert:
The more the glee
The more I'm a merrier me
It's embarrassing.
The more I'm a merrier me
Mary Poppins:
Some people laugh through their noses
Sounding something like this -- dreadful!
Some people laugh through their teeth, goodness sakes
Hissing and fizzing like snakes
Not at all attractive to my way of thinking.
Bert:
Some laugh too fast
Some only blast
Others, they twitter like birds
Mary Poppins:
You know, you're as bad as he is.
Bert:
Then there's that kind what can't make up their mind
Uncle Albert:
When things strike me as funny I can't hide it inside
And squeak as the squeakelers do
I've got to let go with a ho ho ho ho
And laugh too
How nice! I was hoping you'd turn up.
Bert:
Turn up!
Uncle Albert:
We always have such a jolly time.
Uncle Albert & Bert:
We love to laugh
Loud and long and clear
We love to laugh
So everybody can hear
The more you laugh
Mary Poppins:
Whoops, don't you two start. Come back down here.
Uncle Albert & Bert:
The more you fill with glee
The more the glee
The more we're a merrier we
Uncle Albert:
Oh, welcome, children! Welcome! Make yourselves comfortable.
Bert:
That's right. Pull up a chair.
Uncle Albert:
Oh, pull up--
Mary Poppins:
I must say, you're a sight, the lot of you!
Bert:
Speaking of sight, it reminds me of me brother. He's got a nice cushy job in a watch factory.
Uncle Albert:
In a watch factory? What does he do?
Bert:
He stands about all day and makes faces!
Uncle Albert:
He makes faces in a watch fact-- you made that up.
Bert:
I know.
Uncle Albert:
That's so good!
Mary Poppins:
Such behaviour! Well, it's the most disgraceful sight I've ever seen, or my name isn't Mary

Poppins.
Bert:
Speaking of names, I know a man with a wooden leg named Smith.
Uncle Albert:
What's the name of his other leg? Wasn't that funny? What's the name of his other--
Mary Poppins:
Now, then, children, it's time for tea. I will not have my schedule interrupted.
Uncle Albert:
Oh, please stay. Look, I have a splendid tea all ready for you.
Mary Poppins:
And it's getting cold!
Uncle Albert:
Well, I had hoped that maybe, that you would just, that-- splendid! Thank you very much! Keep

your feet back. Mind the bread and butter. Now, watch it, children.
Bert:
I knew she could bring it off. And a proper tea it is, too.
Mary Poppins:
Next thing, I suppose, you'll be wanting me to pour out. Oh, well. If I must, I must. If you'll just

stop behaving like a pack of laughing hyenas! Two lumps, uncle Albert?
Uncle Albert:
Yes, please.
Mary Poppins:
Uh, Bert?
Bert:
Uh, no, no, thank you. No sugar for me.
Jane:
I'm so glad you came. It wouldn't be any fun without you.
Mary Poppins:
Here, and you may pour some milk for Michael and yourself.
Bert:
Nice weather we're having this time of year, don't you think?
Uncle Albert:
Oh, yeah. Uh, speaking of weather, the other day when it was so cold, a friend of mine went to

buy some long underwear, you know. The shopkeeper said to him, "How long do you want it?"

and my friend said, "Well, from about September to March."
Mary Poppins:
Jane! Control yourself! Children, will you please sit up properly at the table? Your tea, uncle

Albert.
Uncle Albert:
Oh, thank you, my dear. I'm having such a good time. I wish that you could all stay up here all

the time.
Michael:
We'll jolly well have to. There's no way to get down.
Uncle Albert:
Oh, no, there is a way. Frankly I, I don't like to mention it, because you have to think of

something sad.
Mary Poppins:
Then do get on with it, please!
Uncle Albert:
Let me see. I've got the very thing. Yesterday when the lady next door answered the bell, there

was a man there. And the man said to the lady, "I'm terribly sorry. I just ran over your cat."
Jane:
Oh, that's sad.
Michael:
The poor cat.
Uncle Albert:
And then the man said, "I'd like to replace your cat." and the lady said, "That's all right with me,

but how are you at catching mice?"
Well, you know I started out sad. I, I try, really I do. But, but everything ends up so hilarious, I

can't-- I can't help--
Mary Poppins:
That will be quite enough of that! It's time to go home.
Jane:
Oh, that is sad.
Michael:
Oh, no!
Uncle Albert:
Oh, that's sad. That's the saddest thing I ever heard.
Mary Poppins:
Come along, children. Spit spot!
Uncle Albert:
Must you really go? You know, people come to see me all the time, you know. And, and we have

such a lovely time, and then they have to go home. And, and I'm very, very sad about the whole

thing.
Michael:
Don't worry. We'll come back soon.
Jane:
We had a lovely time.
Mary Poppins:
Uh, keep an eye on uncle Albert, will you, Bert?
Bert:
I'll sit with him a while.
Mary Poppins:
Thank you. Come on.
Bert:
Uncle Albert, I got a jolly joke I saved for just such an occasion. Would you like to hear it?
Uncle Albert:
I'd be so grateful.
Bert:
Righto. Well, it's about me granddad, see? And one night, he had a nightmare, he did. So

scared that he chewed his pillow to bits. Yes. To bits.
Uncle Albert:
Yes.
Bert:
Next morning I says, "How do you feel, granddad?"
Uncle Albert:
Yes.
Bert:
He says, "Oh, not bad. A little down in the mouth!"
Yeah, I always say there's nothing like a good joke.
Uncle Albert:
No. And that was nothing like a good joke! That-
Admiral Boom:
Bit late tonight, aren't you, Banks? I say, Banks! Is anything the matter, Banks? Banks!
Jane:
Oh, Father, we're so glad you're home!
Michael:
Want to hear a joke?
Jane:
We had the most wonderful afternoon with Mary Poppins.
Michael:
Speaking of afternoons, the joke goes like this. I know a man with a wooden leg named Smith.
Mr. Banks:
Smith? We don't know anyone called Smith.
Michael:
And there was a second chap, and the second chap says, "What's the name of his other leg?"
Jane:
And we had a lovely tea party on the ceiling!
Mr. Banks:
Oh, children, please be quiet.
Jane:
Mary Poppins says if we're good, she'll take us there again.
Mr. Banks:
Oh. Oh, Mary Poppins said that, did she? Will you please return to your room. Mary Poppins,

will you be kind enough to come with me?
Mary Poppins:
As you wish.
Mr. Banks:
Mary Poppins, I very much regret what I must say to you.
Mrs. Banks:
Good evening, George. Is anything the matter?
Mr. Banks:
I'm afraid there is.
Mrs. Banks:
I, I'd love to stay, but I have to dress for my rally in Hampstead.
Mr. Banks:
Winifred, it is my wish that you be present!
Mrs. Banks:
Oh, yes, George, of course.
Mr. Banks:
Mary Poppins, I must confess I am extremely disappointed in you.
Ellen:
She's for it now. I've heard the master do this speech before.
Mr. Banks:
I don't deny that I am partially responsible for allowing the children to spend their days on

worthless frivolity to the exclusion of all else! But it is high time they learned the seriousness of

life!
Mrs. Banks:
But, George, they're only children.
Mr. Banks:
Precisely. And in the light of what has happened--
Mrs. Banks:
George, are you certain you know what you're doing?
Mr. Banks:
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
Mary Poppins:
I quite agree.
Mr. Banks:
The children must be molded 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-
Mary Poppins:
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious.
Mr. Banks:
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
Mary Poppins:
About the life you lead
Mr. Banks:
Exactly.
Mary Poppins:
They must feel the thrill of totting up a balanced book
A thousand ciphers neatly in a row
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
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
More, tell them more!
Mr. Banks:
Majestic self-amortizing canals
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Oh, it fires the imagination!
Mr. Banks:
Plantations of ripening tea all from
Bank Directors:
Tuppence prudently thriftily, frugally
Invested in the
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
To be specific
Bank Directors:
In the Dawes, Tomes Mousley, Grubbs, Fidelity Fiduciary Bank
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Very well, my boy, give me the money.
Michael:
No, I won't! I want it to feed the birds.
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Banks!
Mr. Banks:
Yes, sir. Now, Michael.
When you deposit tuppence in a bank account
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Go on!
Mr. Banks:
Soon you'll see
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Tell him more!
Mr. Banks:
That it blooms into credit of a generous amount semi-annually
Bank Directors:
And you'll achieve that sense of stature
As your influence expands
To the high financial strata
That established credit now commands
Mr. Dawes (Snr) & Directors::
You can purchase first and second trust deeds. Think of the foreclosures! Bonds, chattels,

dividends, shares. Bankruptcies. Debtor sales. Opportunities. All manner of private enterprise.

Shipyards. The mercantile. Collieries. Tanneries. Corporations. Amalgamations.
Banks!
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
While stand the banks of England, England stands. Oh, oh, oh, oh! When fall the banks of

England, England falls!
Mr. Banks:
You see, Michael? All for the lack of...
Bank Directors:
Tuppence patiently, cautiously trustingly invested in the
To be specific in the Dawes, Tomes, Mousley, Grubbs, Fidelity Fiduciary Bank

Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Welcome to our joyful family of investors.
Michael:
Give it back! Gimme back my money!
Mr. Banks:
Michael, behave.
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Banks!
Michael:
Give it to me!
Mr. Banks:
Michael, behave.
Michael:
Jane! Jane! Gimme back my money!
Mr. Banks:
Jane! Michael! Michael! Michael!
Michael:
Gimme back my money!
Mr. Banks:
Michael!
Client 1:
There's something wrong. The bank won't give someone their money!
Client 2:
Well, I'm going to get mine! Come along, young man! I want every penny!
Client 3:
And mine, too!
Client 4:
And give me mine, too!
Banker:
Stop all payments. Stop all payments.
Mr. Banks:
Michael! Jane!
Michael:
Give me my money!
Mr. Banks:
Children, come back here.
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Stop those children.
Mr. Banks:
Jane! Michael!
Micheal:
Gimme my money back! I want my money! Come on.
Director:
Stop those children! Stop those children!
Old Woman:
Come with me, my dears. Granny'll hide you!
Bert:
Here, here, half a mo.
Michael:
Leave her alone! Leave my sister alone!
Bert:
Easy, now. Your old friend ain't gonna hurt ya.
Jane:
Bert, it's you!
Bert:
In the flesh, and at your service.
Michael:
You're filthy!
Bert:
Oh, perhaps a smudge or two. It so happens that today I'm a chimney sweep.
Jane:
Oh, Bert, we're so frightened.
Bert:
Now, now, don't take on so. Bert'll take care of you like I was your own father. Now, who's after

you?
Jane:
Father is.
Bert:
What?
Michael:
He brought us to see his bank.
Bert:
I don't know what we did, but it must've been something dreadful.
Michael:
He sent the police after us, and the army and everything.
Jane:
Michael, don't exaggerate.
Bert:
Well, now, there must be some mistake. Your dad's a fine gentleman and he loves ya!
Jane:
I don't think so. You should've seen the look on his face.
Michael:
He doesn't like us at all.
Bert:
Well, now that don't seem likely, does it?
Jane:
It's true.
Bert:
Let's sit down. You know, begging your pardon, but the one my heart goes out to is your father.

There he is in that cold, heartless bank day after day, hemmed in by mounds of cold, heartless

money. I don't like to see any living thing caged up.
Jane:
Father in a cage?
Bert:
They makes cages in all sizes and shapes, you know. Bank-shaped some of 'em, carpets and

all.
Jane:
Father's not in trouble. We are.
Bert:
Oh, sure about that, are you? Look at it this way. You've got your mother to look after you. And

Mary Poppins, and Constable Jones and me. Who looks after your father? Tell me that. When

something terrible happens, what does he do? Fends for himself, he does. Who does he tell

about it? No one! Don't blab his troubles at home. He just pushes on at his job, uncomplaining

and alone and silent.
Michael:
He's not very silent!
Jane:
Michael, be quiet. Bert, do you think Father really needs our help?
Bert:
Well, not my place to say. I only observe that a father can always do with a bit of help. Come on,

I'll take you home.
Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheree
A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be
Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheroo
Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you
Or blow me a kiss and that's lucky too
Now as the ladder of life has been strung
You might think a sweep's on the bottommost rung
Though I spends me time in the ashes and smoke
In this whole wide world there's no happier bloke
Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheree
A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be
Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheroo
Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you
Bert & Children:
Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheree
A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be
Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheroo
Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you
Mrs. Banks:
Oh, Ellen, see who that is, and send them away. I'm dreadfully late!
Ellen:
Yes, ma'am.
Bert:
Well, I'll be gettin' along now.
Jane:
Oh, please stay 'til father comes home. He'll feel much better if you shake hands with him.
Ellen:
It's the children, ma'am.
Mrs. Banks:
Oh, I thought they were with their father. You haven't been running off again, have you? You

know how terribly it upsets me.
Bert:
Oh, they haven't exactly been running away, ma'am. They have had bit of a fright, though. Need

someone to look after 'em.
Mrs. Banks:
Oh, of course! Mary Poppins will. Oh, no, it's her day off! Ellen, I wonder if you would--
Ellen:
No, ma'am. I haven't done me brasses yet.
Mrs. Banks:
Well, will you ask Mrs. Brill?
Ellen:
Not for a hundred quid, ma'am. This here is baking day, and you know how cook is!
Mrs. Banks:
What about you, sir? You've been so kind in looking after the children.
Bert:
Wh-- uh, me, ma'am? W-well, well, I-I-I have to be moving along. The Lord Mayor's got a

stopped-up chimney.
Mrs. Banks:
Chimney. How clever of you to know. Our drawing room chimney's in the most ghastly condition.

Smokes incessantly.
Bert:
W-w--
Mrs. Banks:
Thank you so much!
Bert:
But--
Mrs. Banks:
Besides, it'll amuse the children.
Bert:
The Lord Mayor's gonna be terrible put out.
Mrs. Banks:
Oh, thank you so much. I do appreciate it. I must hurry. Our gallant ladies in prison are waiting

for me to lead them in song! Good-bye, my darlings. See you soon.
Bert:
I choose me bristles with pride, yes, I do
A broom for the shaft
And a brush for the flue
Jane:
Oh, it's awfully dark and gloomy up there.
Bert:
There now. You see how wrong people can be? That there is what you might call a doorway to

a place of enchantment.
Up where the smoke is all billowed and curled
'Tween pavement and stars
Is the chimney sweep world
When there's hardly no day
Nor hardly no night
There's things half in shadow
And halfway in light
On the rooftops of London
Coo, what a sight.
Jane:
I do wish we could go up there.
Michael:
So do I! I like chimneys.
Bert:
Oh, rightly so! A chimney is a wondrous thing. She's built tall right up there on the roof. When

the wind is just right, it blows across her top, then draws the smoke right up the flue. Here. Feel

the pull on the end of that brush. It's like I got a whale on the end of the line, ain't it? Michael,
Mary Poppins:
Be careful. You never know what may happen around a fireplace. Oh, bother!
Jane:
Michael! Michael, come back down here. Michael! Michael, where are you?
Bert:
Well, that's a bit awkward. I must say!
Mary Poppins:
Bert, I'll thank you to stop putting ideas in their heads! There goes the other one.
Bert:
Shall I go after 'em?
Mary Poppins:
Well, we can't have them gallivanting up there like kangaroos, can we?
Jane:
Michael, don't be frightened. Everything's going--
Mary Poppins:
Will you put your things on at once? Hurry up, please. Spit spot!
Bert:
Here you are! I thought you'd left us.
Jane:
We didn't mean to.
Bert:
Well, no harm done. The truth is, this is what you might call a fortuitous circumstance. Look

there. A trackless jungle just waiting to be explored. Why not, Mary Poppins?
Jane:
Oh, please, Mary Poppins?
Michael:
Please!
Mary Poppins:
Oh, well. If we must, we must. Fall in. Look lively, look lively. Jump to it! Jump to it! Get in line.

Attention! A-show arms! A-right turn! Quick march!
Michael:
Hello there!
Bert:
It's just good, clean soot, Michael.
Bert:
As far as we go, right?
Mary Poppins:
Not at all.
Bert:
What did I tell ya? There's the whole world at your feet. And who gets to see it, but the birds, the

stars and the chimney sweeps?
Mary Poppins:
Quite nice, but we should all get in out of the night air. Follow me, please.
Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim
Chim cheree when you're with a sweep you're in glad company
Bert:
Nowhere is there a more happier crew
Bert & Mary Poppins:
Than them what sings chim chim cheree, chim cheroo
Chim chiminy chim chim cheree chim cheroo
Chimney Sweeps:
Cheroo! Cheroo! Cheroo! Cheroo! Cheroo! Cheroo!
Bert:
It's all me pals!
Step in time!
Step in time!
Bert & Chimney Sweeps:
Step in time!
Step in time!
Step in time!
Step in time!
Step in time, step in time
Come on, mateys, step in time
Step in time
Step in time,
Step in time
Step in time,
Step in time
Never need a reason never need a rhyme
We step in time, we step in time
Kick your knees up!
Kick your knees up step in time
Kick your knees up, step in time
Never need a reason never need a rhyme
Kick your knees up step in time
Round the chimney!
Round the chimney step in time
Round the chimney, step in time
Never need a reason never need a rhyme
Round the chimney we step in time
Clap like a birdie.
Clap like a birdie step in time
Clap like a birdie, step in time
Never need a reason never need a rhyme
Clap like a birdie in time
Up on the railing.
Up on the railing step in time
Up on the railing, step in time
Never need a reason never need a rhyme up
On the railing step in time
Over the rooftops!
Over the rooftops step in time
Over the rooftops, step in time
Never need a reason never need a rhyme
Step it time,
Over the rooftops
Over the rooftops
Link your elbows!
Link your elbows, step in time
Link your elbows, step in time
Link your elbows,
Link your elbows,
Link your elbows
Step in time,
Step in time
Step in time,
Step in time
Never need a reason never need a rhyme
When you step in time you step in time
Mary Poppins, step in time! There you go, Mary Poppins! Lucky old Bert! Come on, Mary

Poppins! Here we go, mate! Here we go! Make room for her! Go! Ain't she marvelous? Ain't she

beautiful? Lovely. Tell your mum! Hello, hello, hello! More! More! Mary, do it again! Come on,

Mary, do it again. Here we go.
Admiral Boom:
We're being attacked by Hottentots!
Mr. Binnacle:
Aye, aye, sir.
Admiral Boom:
Cheeky devils! Give 'em what for! Empty the shot lockers!
Mr. Binnacle:
Aye, aye, sir!
Admiral Boom:
Move along, Mr. Binnacle. Handsomely now. Teach the beggars a lesson.
Mr. Binnacle:
Gun ready, sir.
Admiral Boom:
Stand by. Fire!
Fire! Well hit, sir! Very well hit!
Mrs. Brill:
Aah! They're at it again!
Chimney Sweeps:
They're at it again!
Step it time,
At it again
Step in time
They're at it again
Step it time ow!
Ow,
Step in time
Ow,
Step in time
Never need a reason never need a rhyme
Whoa!
Step in time
Mrs. Banks:
Oh, Ellen, when you have a second.
Chimney Sweeps:
Votes for women, step in time
Votes for women, step in time
Mrs. Banks:
Oh, no, really, not at the moment.
Chimney Sweeps:
Votes for women
Votes for women!
Ellen:
It's the master!
Chimney Sweeps:
It's the master,
Step in time
It's the master, step in time
Mr. Banks:
What's all this?
Chimney Sweeps:
What's all this
What's all this?
What's all this
What's all this
What's all this
What's all this
Link your elbows, step in time
What's all this?
Kick your knees up what's all this?
Step in time
Kick your knees up
Kick your knees up Bert.
Kick your knees up
Kick your knees up in time
Good luck, guv'nor. Lovely time! Had an elegant time, guv'nor.
Michael:
Good luck, guv'nor.
Jane:
Oh, father, every one of those sweeps shook your hand. You're going to be the luckiest person

in the world!
Mary Poppins:
Come along, children. Spit spot.
Mr. Banks:
Just a moment, Mary Poppins. What is the meaning of this outrage?
Mary Poppins:
I beg your pardon?
Mr. Banks:
Will you be good enough to explain all this?
Mary Poppins:
First of all, I would like to make one thing quite clear.
Mr. Banks:
Yes?
Mary Poppins:
I never explain anything.
Mr. Banks:
Yes. Banks here. Mr. Dawes! I'm most dreadfully sorry, sir, about what happened at the bank

today. I can assure you that-- tonight, sir?
Mr. Dawes:
Yes, Banks. We'll expect you at 9:00 precisely.
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Without fail.
Mr. Dawes:
Without fail.
Why, yes, Banks. It's extremely serious.
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
We regret this course of action.
Mr. Dawes:
We regret this course of action.
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
After all, you have been with us a good many years.
Mr. Dawes:
After all, you have been with us a good many years.
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
As was your father before you.
Mr. Dawes:
As was your father before you.
Mr. Banks:
Yes, Mr. Dawes. I shall be there at 9:00.
A man has dreams of walking with giants.
To carve his niche in the edifice of time.
Before the mortar of his zeal
Has a chance to congeal
The cup is dashed from his lips!
The flame is snuffed a-borning.
He's brought to wrack and ruin in his prime.
Bert:
Life is a rum go, guv'nor, and that's the truth.
Mr. Banks:
You know what I think? It's that woman Mary Poppins. From the moment she stepped into this

house, things began to happen to me!
Bert:
Mary Poppins?
Mr. Banks:
Yes, yes, of course.
My world was calm, well-ordered, exemplary.
Then came this person with chaos in her wake
And now my life's ambitions go
With one fell blow
It's quite a bitter pill to take.
It's that Poppins woman! She did it!
Bert:
I know the very person you mean. Mary Poppins. She's the one what sings...
A spoonful of sugar that is all it takes
It changes bread and water into tea and cakes
Mr. Banks:
You see? That's exactly what I mean! Changing bread and water into tea and cakes!
Bert:
Indeed!
Mr. Banks:
No wonder everything's higgledy-piggledy here.
Bert:
A spoonful of sugar goes a long, long way
Have yourself a healthy helpin' everyday
An healthy helpin' of trouble, if you ask me.
Mr. Banks:
Do you know what she did? I realize it now. She tricked me into taking Jane and Michael to the

bank. That's how all the trouble started.
Bert:
Tricked you into taking the children on an outing?
Mr. Banks:
Yes.
Bert:
Outrageous! A man with all the important things you have to do. Shameful! You're a man of high

position. Esteemed by your peers.
And when your little tykes are cryin' you haven't time to dry their tears
and see them grateful little faces smilin' up at you
because their dad he always knows just what to do
Mr. Banks:
Well I mean, look, I, I don't think I ca-- -
Bert:
Like you say, guv'nor.
You've got to grind, grind, grind at that grindstone
Though childhood slips like sand through a sieve
And all too soon they've up and grown
And then they've flown
And it's too late for you to give
Just that spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down
The medicine go down
Medicine go down
Well, good-bye, guv'nor. Sorry to have troubled you.
Jane:
Father? We're sorry about the tuppence. We didn't know it would cause you so much trouble.
Michael:
Here, father, you can have the tuppence.
Jane:
Will that make everything all right?
Mr. Banks:
Thank you.
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Come in!
Take your hat off, Banks.
Mr. Banks:
Good evening, gentlemen.
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Well, get on with it. Go on.
Mr. Dawes:
Uh, yes, Father. In 1773, an official of this bank, unwisely loaned a large sum of money, to

finance a shipment of tea to the American colonies. Do you know what happened?
Mr. Banks:
Yes, sir. Yes, I think I do. Uh, uh, as the ship lay in Boston harbor, uh, a party of the colonists

dressed as Red Indians, uh, boarded the vessel, behaved very rudely, and, and threw all the

tea overboard. This made the tea unsuitable for drinking, even for Americans.
Mr. Dawes:
Precisely. The loan was defaulted. Panic ensued within these walls. There was a run on the

bank!
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
From that time to this, sir, there has not been a run on this bank until today! A run, sir, caused

by the disgraceful conduct of your son. Do you deny it?
Mr. Banks:
I do not deny it, sir. And I shall be only too glad to assume responsibility for my son.
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
What are you waiting for? Get on with it!
Mr. Dawes:
Uh, y-yes, Father.
Director 1:
No, not that!
Director 2:
Steady on.
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Well, do you have anything to say, Banks?
Mr. Banks:
Well, sir, they do say that when there's nothing to say, all you can say I-
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Confound it, Banks! I said, do you have anything to say?
Mr. Banks:
Just one word, sir.
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Yes?
Mr. Banks:
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious.
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
What?
Mr. Banks:
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious. Mary Poppins was right. It's extraordinary. It does make you

feel better!
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
What are you talking about, man? There's no such word.
Mr. Banks:
Oh, yes. It is a word. A perfectly good word, actually. Do you know what there's no such thing

as? It turns out, with due respect, when all is said and done, that there's no such thing as you!
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Impertinence, sir!
Mr. Banks:
Speaking of impertinence, would you like to hear a perfectly marvelous joke? A real snapper!
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Joke? Snapper?
Mr. Banks:
Yes. There are these two wonderful young people, Jane and Michael. And they meet one day

on the street, and Jane says to Michael, "I know a man with a wooden leg named Smith." and

Michael says, "Really? What's the name of his other leg?"
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
The man's gone mad. Call the guard!
Mr. Banks:
Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious. I'm feeling better all the time!
Mr. Dawes:
Banks, don't you dare strike my father!
Mr. Banks:
There's the tuppence. The wonderful, fateful, Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious tuppence.

Guard it well. Good-bye!
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Banks, where are you going?
Mr. Banks:
I don't know. I might pop through a chalk pavement picture, and go for an outing in the country.

Or I might seize a horse off a merry-go-round, and win the derby! Or I might just fly a kite! Only

Poppins would know!
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
Poppins?
Mr. Banks:
My nanny. She's the one who sings that ridiculous song.
A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down
The medicine go down
The medicine go down
The medicine--
Mr. Dawes:
Mad as a march hare.
Mr. Dawes (Snr):
A wooden leg named Smith. A wooden leg named Smith. A wooden le--
Mr. Dawes:
Father? Father! Father, come down! Daddy! Daddy, come back!
Admiral Boom:
Wind's come around, blowing dead on from the west!
Michael:
She doesn't care what happens to us.
Jane:
She only promised to stay 'til the wind changed. Isn't that right, Mary Poppins?
Mary Poppins:
Will you bring me my hat stand, please?
Jane:
Mary Poppins, don't you love us?
Mary Poppins:
And what would happen to me, may I ask, if I loved all the children I said good-bye to?
Constable:
Yes, sir, that's right. George W. Banks. 17 Cherry Tree Lane. About six foot one, I'd say, sir. Oh,

yes, we rang up his bank first thing this morning. The only thing we discovered was, he'd been

discharged last night. No telling what he might do in a fit of despondency.
Ellen:
Wouldn't hurt to have them drag the river. There's a nice spot there by Suffolk bridge. Popular

with jumpers.
Mrs. Banks:
Really, Ellen!
Constable:
He seemed to have been a fine, stable gentleman, sir. No hanky-panky, if you know what I

mean. Oh, regular habits, sir. Well, far as anyone knows.
Mr. Banks:
The medicine go down
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar
Mrs. Brill:
It's him!
Mr. Banks:
Helps the medicine go down
Ellen:
Or something that sounds like him.
Constable:
Mrs. Banks, could we have a little less noise on the premises? I can't make out what the

inspector's sayin'.
Mr. Banks:
In the most delightful way
Just a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down
Mrs. Banks:
George! Oh, George, you didn't jump in the river. How sensible of you.
Constable:
It's all right, sir. He's been found! No, alive! Or so I presume. He's a-kissin' a-Mrs. Banks.
Mrs. Banks:
I've been so worried. What happened at the bank?
Mr. Banks:
I've been sacked, discharged, flung into the street.
A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down
Ellen:
Gone off his crumpet. That's what he's done.
Mr. Banks:
The medicine go down
Ellen:
Dotty as you please.
Mrs. Banks:
George, what on earth were you doing in the cellar?
Mr. Banks:
You'll see in a moment. Where are the children? Jane? Michael?
Mrs. Banks:
Your father's calling you.
Michael:
It doesn't sound like Father.
Mr. Banks:
Jane? Michael?
Mary Poppins:
Run along. Spit spot!
Michael:
You won't go, Mary Poppins, will you?
Mary Poppins:
Spit spot.
Michael:
He mended it!
Jane:
It's wonderful! However did you manage it?
Mr. Banks:
With tuppence for paper and strings
You can have your own set of wings
With your feet on the ground
You're a bird in flight
With your fist holding tight
To the string of your kite
Oh, oh, oh
Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let's go fly a kite
And send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite
Mrs. Banks:
A proper kite needs a proper tail, don't you think?
Constable:
That's what I said, sir. Go fly a kite! Oh, no, sir. No, I, I don't mean you personally.
Banks Family:
Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite
Bert:
When you send it flying up there
All at once you're lighter than air
You can dance on the breeze
Over houses and trees
With your fist holding tight
To the string of your kite
Kite Flyers:
Oh, oh, oh
Michael:
Now!
Kite Flyers:
Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring
Mr. Dawes:
Oh, there you are, Banks. I want to congratulate you. Capital bit of humor. Wooden leg named

Smith. Or Jones or whatever it was. Father died laughing.
Mr. Banks:
Oh, I'm so sorry, sir.
Mr. Dawes:
Oh, no, nonsense. Nothing to be sorry about. Never seen him happier in his life. He left an

opening for a new partner. Congratulations.
Mr. Banks:
Thank you, sir. Thank you very much indeed, sir.
Kite Flyers:
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite
Umbrella:
That's gratitude for you. Didn't even say good-bye.
Mary Poppins:
No, they didn't.
Umbrella:
Look at them. You know, they think more of their father than they do of you.
Mary Poppins:
That's as it should be.
Umbrella:
Well, don't you care?
Mary Poppins:
Practically perfect people never permit sentiment to muddle their thinking.
Umbrella:
Is that so? Well, I'll tell you one thing, Mary Poppins, you don't fool me a bit.
Mary Poppins:
Oh, really?
Umbrella:
Yes, really. I know exactly how you feel about these children. And if you think I'm gonna keep

my mouth shut any longer, I--
Mary Poppins:
That will be quite enough of that, thank you.
Bert:
Good-bye, Mary Poppins. Don't stay away too long.

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