The little toy dog is covered with dust
But sturdy and staunch he stands
The little toy solider is red with rust
And the musket molds in his hands
Time was when the little toy dog was new
And the solider was passing fair
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 dreampt 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 few
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
The smile of a little face
And they wonder in 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?
I did not look this poem up so some of the words may have been misremembered. It has been decades ago since I read the poem and it is still the most memorable touching poem that ever reached my heart and did not go away.