Showing posts with label Mary Poppins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mary Poppins. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Fifty years ago this week (August 26 to be exact)

The Perfect Nanny
by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman


Wanted: A nanny for two adorable children

If you want this choice position
Have a cheery disposition
Rosy cheeks, no warts
Play games, all sorts

You must be kind, you must be witty
Very sweet and fairly pretty
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

If you won’t scold and dominate us
We will never 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 and Michael Banks

The rest is, as they say, history.


Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Feed the birds. Tuppence a bag.

Shooting Parrots and I had a little exchange in the comments yesterday about how they do money in the UK. You know, tuppence, thruppence, ha’pennies and such. Shillings. Quid. Crowns and pounds and guineas. And all of it is beyond my grasp. It is quite incomprehensible to me.

But I came away from the conversation thinking of Walt Disney’s favorite song.

You know the one.

It’s from Mary Poppins (3:49).

Now, that I can understand.

<b>English Is Strange (example #17,643) and a new era begins</b>

Through, cough, though, rough, bough, and hiccough do not rhyme, but pony and bologna do. Do not tell me about hiccup and baloney. ...