a poem by james whitcome riley about a toy soldier under the bed collection dust because the little boy is de

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the boy has died

Answer 1

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 Our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.
"Now don't you go til 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, the years are long,
But the little toy friends stand true.

Answer 2

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a poem by james whitcome riley about a toy soldier under the bed collection dust because the little boy is de
the boy has died

Answer 3

Here's the complete poem. It's my mom's favorite

Little Boy Blue
by Eugene Field (1850-1895)

The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch 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 the pretty toys;
And, as 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!

Ay, 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 dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.