Mary Poppins Page #3

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--

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