Letter Song

MARY:D-E-A-R Uncle Archie,How are you?I'm fine. Everybody else is too.Please come home.ARCHIBALD:Home.I have no home.MARY:Martha says that you're in Paris.ARCHIBALD:It's a house, child.MARY:Is that very far away?ARCHIBALD:It's just a house,MARY:Do they have nice girls and boys there?ARCHIBALD:And I can't get far enough away from it.MARY:Please come home.MARTHA:Now, just sign it.MARY:Should I say that Colin's well now?ARCHIBALD:Streets of Paris, like a maze.MARY:Should I say that Doctor Craven...ARCHIBALD:Sleepless nights and aimless days.MARTHA:I think that what you have is good.Let's get it posted on its way.He'll rush home, then you can tellHim all the rest you have to say.MARY:Oh, kind sir, Uncle Archie, ARCHIBALD:Can't forget, can't eat,I wish that you could see Or sleep, or live.When you come in to the garden.Please come home.ARCHIBALD:Can't forgive.MARY:Yours truly?MARTHA:Well, maybe . . .MARY:Sincerely?MARTHA:How's about...MARY:Your friend, Mary