Chick-a-Ree, Chick-a-rum
Hear my drum go Bum, Bum, Bum
I keep time for marching feet
I keep time for music sweet
Hear the trumpets sound
When it is time to climb the mound
When we reach the top of the mound
We see how beautiful our country does abound
February 11,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
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