The fanfare trumpet blows,
Then the strings all play.
Music and feeling overflows.
Fresher than new snows,
Brighter than Summer’s day.
The fanfare trumpet blows.
Look at the tiny toes,
Tickled by left bouquets!
Music and feeling overflows.
Now the smallest nose,
How can you look away?
The fanfare trumpet blows.
And holding you, soft and close;
You will never be lost or stray.
Music and feeling overflows.
Dressed now in little clothes,
We celebrate your birthday.
The fanfare trumpet blows.
Music and feeling overflows.
