I look out through the window
And what do I see
Sixteen hundred children
Are coming after me.
Singing all those marching songs
And drumming with their might
Sixteen hundred children
Are whooping with delight.
They march right along the street
Their banners riding high
Sixteen hundred children
On the Fourth day of July
And celebrating with their friends
Their expressions one of glee
Sixteen hundred children
In the Land of the Free.
Copyright © - Duncan N. Cunningham - 14th June 1998