A British Bank (The Life I Lead)

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, you have a ghastly mess! I quite agree! The children must be molded, shaped and taught That life's a looming battle to be faced and fought In short, I am disturbed to hear my children talking about Popping in and out of chalk pavement pictures Consorting with racehorse persons, foxhunting! Yes, well, I don't mind that quite so much At any rate, it's traditional! But tea parties on the ceiling? I ask you, having tea parties on the ceiling? And highly questionable outings of every other kind! If they must go on outings These outings ought to be Fraught with purpose, yes, and practicality! These silly words like superca... Superca... superca... Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Yes, well done, you said it! And popping through pictures Have little use, fulfill no basic need! They've got to learn the honest truth Despite their youth They must learn About the life you lead! Exactly! They must feel the thrill of totting up a balanced book A thousand ciphers neatly in a row When gazing at a graph that shows the profits up Their little cup of joy should overflow! (Precisely!) It's time they learned to walk in your footsteps (My footsteps!) To tread your straight and narrow path with pride (With pride!) Tomorrow, just as you suggest, pressed and dressed Jane and Michael will be at your side