Angel’s last name for them all.
I’m glad I’m not an angel yet,
Whose names are less than mine, I bet,
Still it must be nice to see
All the folks that used to be.
Oh, my, I don’t know what to say
About my names, ’cuz every day
My mamma finds a new one, too—
I’m ’fraid she’s left no names for you.
The bestest thing in all this worl’