No gift to bring that's fit to give a King

[splendid_season]

Come they told me,
A new born King to see,
Our finest gifts we bring,
To lay before the King,

So to honour Him,
When we come.

Little Baby,
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.