Mr. George Banks It's grand to be an Englishman in 1910 / King Edward's on the throne; it's the age of men. Mr. George Banks It's 6:03 and the heirs to my dominion are scrubbed and tubbed, and adequately fed. And so I'll pat them on the head, and send them off to bed. Ah, lordly is the life I lead. Mr. George Banks A man has dreams of walking with giants/ To carve his niche in the edifice of time/ Before the mortar of his zeal/ Has a chance to congeal/ The cup is dashed from his lips/ The flame is snuffed a-borning/ He's brought to wrack and ruin in his prime.