Little Boy Blue

The little toy dog is covered with dust

But sturdy and staunch he stands

The little toy soldier is covered with rust

And his musket moulds in his hands

Time was when the little toy dog was a new

And the soldier was marching 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,”

And toddling off to his trundle bed

He dreamt of the pretty toys.

And while he was dreaming an angel song

Awakened our Little Boy Blue

Oh, the years are many, the years are long

But the little toy friends are true

Aye 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 while waiting the long years through

In the dust of the little chair

What has become of Little Boy Blue

Since he kissed them and put them there.

                                       Eugene Field