One winter morning Wade spotted his shadow on the snow My antlers look like trumpets he cheered Doot too da doo His friends all fell in line behind him tooting imaginary horns and rat-a-tat-tat-ing make-believe drums
As the parade zigzagged through the trees Wade thought he felt his antlers wiggle It’s just the wind he told himself Farther along it seemed like they wiggled again It’s all this marching he thought
