beacon, why am I suddenly singing the following to myself: 
 
If you want this choice position 
Have a cheery disposition 
Rosy cheeks, no warts! 
Play games, all sort 
 
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 
 
 
...actually, a nanny might be just the thing. 
		     						     						
		     			A nanny... I could use one of those 
		     						     						
especially if the nanny is like Mary...
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		     			Any of you watch any of those Nanny shows. We watch them and somtimes are thankful for the behavior of our kids and sometimes freightened by the similiarities. 
 
Cookis could use a nany for all of his naughty behavior. 
		     				
		     					
		     			Cookie is being naughty?  I don't post for a few hours and he starts to misbehave...  *sigh*  
  
No, brdlwyr, I don't watch those shows...I watch very little television, actually... (but I can imagine that they're interesting...) 
  
BT, is that Sarah Michelle Gellar? 
		     						     						
		     			I want mine to sing and have a talking umbrella and be friends with Dick VanDyke and be able to walk up stairs made of smoke.  AND I WANT IT NOW! 
 
Love,  
Veruka
		     						     						
		     			...and she must have gum at ALL TIMES!  
  
love,  
Violet Beauregarde
		     						     						
		     			Someone on the street once asked me if I was the kid who played Mike TV all grown up. 
I smiled. 
		     				
		     					
		     			...and now you have a son.  
		     						     						
I know! I'm so proud of my boy...*choked up teary-eyed*
Mike's mom was so perfectly annoying. Not like my nanny, though, she'll be all raindrops and roses and whiskers on kittens.
		     			and my nanny will sing me pretty songs like:    
    
If you want to view paradise    
Simply look around and view it     
Anything you want, do it    
Want to change the world     
There's nothing to it...    
There is no life I know    
To compare with pure imagination     
Living there    
You'll be free    
If you truly wish to be!   
  
  
...and then she'll give me chocolate and let me go out and play.    
  
  
 
		     						     						
		     			*clasps hands in glee* 
 
PERFECT!
		     						     						
		     			Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do   
I have another puzzle for you   
Oompa Loompa doom-pa-da-dee   
If you are wise you'll listen to me  
  
What do you get from a glut of TV?   
A pain in the neck and an IQ of three   
Why don't you try simply reading a book?   
Or can you just not bear to look?   
  
You'll get no... you'll get no... you'll get no commercials   
  
Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-da   
If you're not greedy, you will go far   
You will live in happiness too   
Like the Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do  
 
		     						     						
		     			We can start a nanny share.  If she can fly, the whole multi-city deal shouldn't be a problem.   
 
Addy, you had better be careful when you quote "no commercials"... 
		     						     						
		     			she'll absolutely be able to fly! 
 
And maybe she'll even bring me with her once or twice when she goes to nanny you!  
		     						     						
		     			BT you made me giggle! 
 
And, yes, there is no other Mary but Ms. Dilly!  I will start a petition!
		     						     						
and I shall play Mr. Michael Banks.
		     			oooh... can I be Jane? 
 
Although I do like being a Suffragette!  So, perhaps Mrs. Banks is the better option! 
 
We're clearly soldiers in petticoats  
And dauntless crusaders for woman's votes  
Though we adore men individually  
We agree that as a group they're rather stupid!  
 
Cast off the shackles of yesterday!  
Shoulder to shoulder into the fray!  
Our daughters' daughters will adore us  
And they'll sign in grateful chorus  
"Well done, Sister Suffragette!"  
 
From Kensington to Billingsgate  
One hears the restless cries!  
From ev'ry corner of the land:  
"Womankind, arise!"  
Political equality and equal rights with men!  
Take heart! For Missus 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!  
 
So, cast off the shackles of yesterday!  
Shoulder to shoulder into the fray!  
Our daughters' daughters will adore us  
And they'll sign in grateful chorus  
"Well done! Well done!  
Well done Sister Suffragette!" 
 
		     						     						
		     			I do suppose I could be Mr. Banks. 
 
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, we have a ghastly mess! 
 
The children must be molded, shaped and taught 
That life's a looming battle to be faced and fought 
If they must go on outings 
These outings ought to be 
Fraught with purpose, yes and practicality!
		     						     						
		     			oh, but that's just not fun enough for you.   
 
You should be Bert! 
Think, wink, and double-blink? Close your eyes and jump!!
		     						     						
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