"Chim Chimney, chim chimney chim chim chim Cherie, I likes what I like and I like what I see." The old man sung as he sat on the rim of the dirty roof top. He used to know every chimney in the city of London and moved like his legs were rubber. awaited him in by the another smoke stack as he gazed out into the night.
He felt a breeze, more of a presence , he hadn't felt it in years.
"Winds in the east, Mist coming in"
"Like something is brewin, about to begin,"
"Cant put me finger, on what is in store."
"But I got a feeling this had all happened before"
He heard footsteps landing behind him as a young woman holding her umbrella and carpet bag stood behind him. "Hello again, Bert"
"Lovely as ever, Mary Poppins."