Wee Archie

Soaked to the skin

Wi a cheeky wee grin

Got his maw in a muddle

Knee deep in thon puddle

Splish sploshing in wellies

Right up tae his belly

King O’ The Mire

Lord O’ His Shire

A wee hooligan

Dis a’ that he can

Tae drive his da daft

But the big man just laughs

Wi Eck and the dugs

Barney cuddled up snug

That cheeky wee lad

Who’s no a’ that bad

Big brothers he’ll taunt

Wi a happy wee jaunt

Mind, go hide thon biscuit

Afore the wee man he nicks it

Jist a word tae the wise

Afore  thae cheeky wee eyes

Melts a’ tae the core

Wi a heart gold and pure

His maw’s pride and joy

Da’s gallous wee boy

Archie Holligan young fella

A stoatin wee belter.

© Fergus Martin

2012