Coincidentally, I watched Mary Poppins yesterday. The whole thing. Despite Dick Van Dyke's awful, awful accent, it's a fascinating film, covering imperialism, masculinity, childhood, suffrage (OK for the upper classes, not OK for the serving classes), class and high finance - Mr Banks's bank collapses because young Michael's tuppence is grabbed by the greedy directors and he demands it back, leading to a run.
Ironically, Michael Banks and David Laws are rather similar:
Despite Mr. Banks's protestations that banks are reliable, ration, friendly and well-run, this song reveals the ugly, vampiric truth. There's a glorious irony in most of the words, especially this: 'prudently, fruitfully, frugally invested…' - presumably not in CDOs, CDSs, derivatives and all the rest of the modern banking world's attempts at alchemy:
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