Little
Boy Blue
by
Eugene Field (1850 – 1895)
The
little toy dog is covered with dust,
But
sturdy and staunch he stands;
And
the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And
his musket moulds in his hands.
Time
was when the little toy dog was new,
And
the soldier was passing fair;
And
that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed
them and put them there.
“Now,
don't you go till I come,” he said,
“And
don't you make any noise!”
So,
toddling off to his trundle bed,
He
dreamt of his pretty toys;
And,
as he was dreaming, an Angel song
Awakened
our Little Boy Blue.
Oh!
the years are many, and the years are long,
But
the little toy friends are true!
And,
faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each
in the same old place
Awaiting
the touch of a little hand,
And
the smile of a little face;
And
they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In
the dust of that little chair,
What
has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since
he kissed them and put them there.
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