The little toy dog is covered with dust, <br /> But sturdy and stanch he stands; <br />And the little toy soldier is red with rust, <br /> And his musket molds in his hands. <br />Time was when the little toy dog was new <br /> And the soldier was passing fair, <br />And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue <br /> Kissed them and put them there. <br /> <br />"Now, don't you go till I come," he said, <br /> "And don't you make any noise!" <br />So toddling off to his trundle-bed <br /> He dreamed of the pretty toys. <br />And as he was dreaming, an angel song <br /> Awakened our Little Boy Blue,-- <br />Oh, the years are many, the years are long, <br /> But the little toy friends are true. <br /> <br />Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, <br /> Each in the same old place, <br />Awaiting the touch of a little hand, <br /> The smile of a little face. <br />And they wonder, as waiting these long years through, <br /> In the dust of that little chair, <br />What has become of our Little Boy Blue <br /> Since he kissed them and put them there.<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-boy-blue/
