“Archibald!” Mamma will like it so.
“Archie!” she says when I’m good, I know,
But I think ’twill please her—I know it will!
Her dear brown eyes with tears will fill,
But behind the tears there will be for me
The happy twinkle I love to see.
So, “Archibald Spinner,” the road is long,
You must make your mind up good and strong
Before you put down in black and white,
The pledge that the angels in Heaven will write.