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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