A Present For Little Boy Blue

Our Neighbor, he calls me his Little Boy Blue Whenever he goes by our yard; And he says, “Good-morning” or “How-do-you-do?” But sometimes he winks awful hard. I guess he don’t know what my name really is, Or else he forgot, if he knew; And my! You would think I am really part his-- He calls me his Little Boy Blue!

Our Neighbor, he told me that Little Boy Blue Once stood all his toys in a row, And said, “Now, don’t go till I come back for you”-- But that was a long time ago. And one time, at Christmas, when I had a tree, He brought me a sled, all brand-new, And smiled when he said it was partly for me And partly for Little Boy Blue.

Our Neighbor, he’s not going to have any tree, So he says the best he can do Is try to get something to partly give me And partly give Little Boy Blue, Because, if he’s here, it would make him so glad, And he said he knew it was true That ever and ever so many folks had A boy just like Little Boy Blue.

Our Neighbor, he calls me his Little Boy Blue, And said he would like to help trim Our tree when it came--he would feel that he knew It was partly for me and for him. He said he would fix it with lights and wax flowers, With popcorn and berries--you see, He’d like to come over and help to trim ours-- He’s not going to have any tree!