Was late for breakfast every day,
And as he slunk upon the scene
His kind papa—a Rural Dean—
Would solemnly remark, 'My son,
Our morning meal is nearly done
And grace will very soon be said.'
Lord Archibald would hang his head
And drop hot tears upon his plate:
And yet next morning would be late."
The poet has here taken poetic licence, for it is exceedingly improbable that the son of a Rural Dean would be called Lord Archibald.