Good Times!

Looking up the street I see Mister Banks,
Just staring at me, so with a wave of my hand,
I walked straight up: “Hello, Mister Banks!”
I said fairly loud and to that he pouted,

“Hello fair lady,” he did reply,
“How have your days been in this July?”
I blinked and smiled, to which I replied,
“Quite fair, good sir, it is good times indeed!”

“How is it so? What with the war?” he did question,
“Please excuse me, but is that not shallow?”
I tilted my head, again put on that smile,
With a reach into my basket, I pull out a tallow.

“Would you care for a bit of tallow?” I asked,
“Or maybe a helping hand you could give?”
With a tilt of his head he urged me to go on,
So again I smiled, the one my brother loves,

“I am wishing to make candles,”
I said with saddened eyes,
“To send to those how are suffering from for war,”
To that Mister Banks did smile,
And with a wave of his hand, walked to his cart.

“As you wish, fair lady, I will be a helping hand.”