Ooooooo
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 mows in his hands.
The time was when the little
toy dog was new
and the soldier paraded 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 little bed
he dreamed of the pretty toys
and as he was dreaming
an angel song
awakened our little boy blue
all 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,
the smile of a little face,
and they wonder as waiting the long years
through in the dusk of that little chair,
what has become of our little boy Blue,
since he kissed them and put them there.