The Baby’s Birthday
Come, Charles, blow the trumpet,And George, beat the drum,For this is the baby’s birthday!Little Annie shall sing,And Jemmy shall dance,And father the jews-harp will play.Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro teRad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.
Come toss up the ball,And spin the hum top;We’ll have a grand frolic to-day;Let’s make some soap bubbles,And blow them up high,And see what the baby will say.Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro teRad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.
We’ll play the grand Mufti;Let’s all make a ring;The tallest the Mufti shall play;You must look in his face,And see what he does,And mind what the Mufti shall say.Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro teRad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.
And now we’ll play soldiers;All hold up your heads!Don’t you know ’tis the baby’s birthdayYou must turn out your toes,And toss your feet high;There! this, boys and girls, is the way.Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro teRad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.