The Little Tin Soldier
Written in 1982 for my Son "Jason" . . .
Still in its raw state . . .
The Little Tin Soldier . . .
In the land of tin men - a little tin soldier he was made
Now painted red and blue in a wooden box he was laid
Was then given to a child - he was happy as could be
Thinking of all the other toys that he would get to see
Every night in the little boy's bed - next to him he lay
Guarding him against all evil until the next light of day
Everywhere the little boy went - the tin soldier went too
A little boy proud of his soldier’s uniform of red and blue
He always sat at the end of the table while his master ate
Telling all the other little boys the tin soldier was his mate
They all gathered round to see his uniform of red and blue
But they all laughed and said “mines a better one than you”
So it was to be and the fight began - in the sandpit - it grew
All the little tin men fighting the soldier dressed in red and blue
Then the fight was over - and the little tin soldier he had lost
He had paid a heavy price and with his arm and leg the cost
The little boy of his tin soldier - he was so ashamed
The battle was lost - and the tin soldier was to blame
The little boy left him there - and went inside to cry
The little tin soldier - only wished that he could die
Many weeks passed - the tin soldier in the sandpit was laid
The bright colours of his uniform had now - began to fade
The tin soldier wasn’t happy - for he had put such a fight
When he saw a shadow come towards him - in the night
It was the little boy - who had come looking for his mate
The little tin soldier forgetting what could have been his fate
The little boy then hugged his tin soldier - with all of his might
How could he not love the little tin man who'd put such a fight
To my son Jason, love mum x x x
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2016
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