Come, they told me, our newborn king to see, our finest gifts we bring, to lay before the king. This is 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. But may I play for you, on my drum. The mother 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. I played my drum for him.
