Lyrics for Saturday and Wootton's Mill

Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag)
By Robert B. Sherman and Richard M. Sherman

Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird woman comes
In her own special way to the people
She calls, "Come, buy my bags full of crumbs"

"Come feed the little birds, show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do
Their young ones are hungry, their nests are so bare
All it takes is tuppence from you"

"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag
Feed the birds", that's what she cries
While overhead, her birds fill the skies

All around the cathedral, the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares
Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares

Though her words are simple and few
"Listen, listen", she's calling to you
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag"

Though her words are simple and few
"Listen, listen", she's calling to you
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag"

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We had rain on and off on Friday, though that didn't keep me inside -- in fact, I ran into the Wigles with Daniel, who is Adam's very longtime friend, and he and I walked together to the Pokemon gym while he told me about his plans (he's been living in Florida, but is staying here for a month or so, so younger son will get to see him when he's here in December). It was chilly but not cold, and I saw several neighbors walking their dogs. Paul made cheese pie with veggie ham for dinner, then we watched The Mandalorian, which just gets better and better this season (huge original Star Wars franchise player and return of someone I was really hoping was not dead!). Then, because we just saw Mary Poppins Returns, we watched Saving Mr. Banks. 

I thought I might be irritated that a Disney movie would Walt Disney look like a good guy -- I mean, Tom Hanks. That, however, is the least of its sins. Travers had a very adventurous life -- published poems as a teenager, toured Australia as a Shakespearean actress, was living with a woman (probably her lover) in Britain when she wrote Mary Poppins, lived among the Hopi and Navajo to learn their folklore, studied Zen in Japan, taught at Harvard, raised an adopted child from a troubled family. She studied Gurdjieff's Fourth Way with W.B. Yeats and The Little Review's onetime editor Jane Heap. None of that is in the film, which insists that obsession with her fun-loving alcoholic father shaped all her work. What's left of Wootton's Mill along Watts Branch: