With big tin trumpet and little red drum,Marching like soldiers, the children come!It's this way and that way they circle and file-My! but that music of theirs is fine!This way and that way, and after a whileThey march straight into this heart of mine!A sturdy old heart, but it has to succumbTo the blare of that trumpet and beat of that drum!Come on, little people, from cot and from hall-This heart it hath welcome and room for you all!It will sing you its songs and warm you with love,As your dear little arms with my arms intertwine;It will rock you away to the dreamland above-Oh, a jolly old heart is this old heart of mine,And jollier still is it bound to becomeWhen you blow that big trumpet and beat that red drum!