Little Boy Blue
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by Eugene Field (1850-1895)[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]The little toy dog is covered with dust,[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]But sturdy and stanch he stands;[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]And the little toy soldier is red with rust,[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]And his musket moulds in his hands.[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]Time was when the little toy dog was new,[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]And the soldier was passing fair;[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]Kissed them and put them there. [/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]"And don't you make any noise!"[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]He dreamt of the pretty toys;[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]And, as he was dreaming, an angel song[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]Awakened our Little Boy Blue---[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]Oh! the years are many, the years are long,[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]But the little toy friends are true! [/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]Each in the same old place---[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]Awaiting the touch of a little hand,[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]The smile of a little face;[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]And they wonder, as waiting the long years through[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]In the dust of that little chair,[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]What has become of our Little Boy Blue,[/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia,Book Antiqua,Times New Roman]Since he kissed them and put them there.[/FONT]
I know it's about a little boy, but when I saw Caylee's room on Greta and all her little toys there, I thought of this poem