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.

Little Baby,
I am a poor boy too,
I have no gift to bring,
That's fit to give the 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.

(By Katherine Kennicott Davis)