In Its 'Pa Rum Pum Pum' Beat Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The day is in its 'pa rum pum pum' beat
For the little drummer boy is now coming
Banging his drum on the busy crowded street
With his steady on - Christmas beat drumming
Everybody's busy going their way
Finding presents - for their joy to uplift
Before the arrival of the holiday
That comes though glisten and makeshift

Happy hours in the waking of the tide
And carillon bells that are now ringing
Letting us know how the windows are decked

Something isn't right with drummer boy's stride
In how he holds back each hammers dinging
Maybe he's showing the street pauper respect

*(Little Drummer Boy: Lyrics

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

So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.

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

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.)