Mr. Banks: 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 added, quickly 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?
