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