Parade of the Wooden Soliders (Ballard Macdonald/Leon Jessel)     The toy shop door is locked up tight And ev'rything is quiet for the night When suddenly the clock strikes twelve The fun's begun The dolls are in their best arrayed There's going to be a wonderful parade Hark to the drum, oh, here they come Cries ev'ryone Hear them all cheering Now they are nearing There's the captain stiff as starch Bayonets flashing Music is crashing As the wooden soldiers march Sabers a-clinking Soldiers a-winking At each pretty little maid Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Wooden soldiers on parade