“Come!"

They told me.

“A new born King to see!”

“Our finest gifts

we bring to lay

before the King.

So to honor him,

when we come.”

Baby Jesus,

I am a poor boy too.

I have no gift

to bring, that’s fit

to give a King.

Shall I play for you?

on my drum?

Mary nodded.

The ox and lamb kept time.

I played my drum for him.

I played my best for him.

Then he smiled at me.

Me and my drum.