It was my grandmother who told me that poem 30 years ago. She came from Cork Ireland and settled in Nottingham, England. She told told the poem with so much beauty, that the way I thought at the time, my toys loved me, and they loved me so much too. Now I'm older, I think little boy blue is in heaven with my beloved granny. Making sure he puts them away at night. Then playing with them all day long. I miss them both so much......