I LOVE to lie in bed and hear The jolly German band. Why people do not care for it I cannot understand.
They do not mind the orchestra. And that makes far more noise; They quite forget that music is A thing that one enjoys.
When grown-up people come and call, I have to play for them; And once a deaf old lady said My playing was a gem.
But it's not true for them to say The Carnival de Venise[H] With three wrong notes is better than A band that plays with ease.
It comes each week at eight o'clock, And when I hear it play, I am a knight upon a horse And riding far away.
The lines upon the blanket are Six armies marching past, Six armies marching on a plain, Six armies marching fast.
Of course I am the general, I'm riding at the head; But suddenly the music stops And then I'm back in bed.
Each time it plays brings different thoughts, Exciting, sad and good. I'm sailing in a sailing ship, I'm walking in a wood.
I'm going to the pantomime, I'm at the hi