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Show WILBUR P. MESBIT LITTIE Beat, little drummer boy, beat, Till the echoing walls repeat The rat-a-tat rhyme of the rollicking time That you keep with your swift little feet, For It's fine to be making believe , With the wonderful fancies you weave As they come at your call, that you're part of them all Beat, .little drummer boy, beat. Drum, little drummer boy, drum, With melodious resonant thrum In a rat-a-tat swing that has magic to bring Into being a song that was dumb For it's wonderful, all of the joy, That there is just in being a boy With a world of your own that one day we have known Drum, little drummer boy, drum. 1 Sing, little drummer boy, sing, In the joy of the fancies that spring With no hindrance of art, from the depths "of your heart, And as free as a bird on the wing. For It's 'marvelous only to do The things that are really true, And the magic of youth Is the vision Of truth-Sing, truth-Sing, little drummer boy, sing. Play, little drummer boy, play, Till you fill all the hush of the day With the rat-a-tat glee of your Jolltest key As your army is marching away For it's fine to be making a world Where the fun-flags are ever unfurled And some day you'll be glad of the laughter laugh-ter you've had Play, little drummer boy, play! |