The Court of Boyville

by William Allen White

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,

And wake up a little man lying forlorn,

Asleep where his life wanders out of the morn.

Little Boy Blue, blow a merry, sweet note,

Over the pool where the white lilies float,—

Fill out the sails of a little toy boat.

Blow on my dream of a little boy there,—

Blow thro' his little bark-whistle, and snare

Your breath in a tangle of curly brown hair.

Blow and O blow from your fairy land far,