My mom used to sing this song as a lullaby to us or in the car as we travel. I remember weeping by the end. I would ask my mom why the children would not play with the little boy. She would say just because he was different. His skin was darker then theirs. I would say, "I would play with him." My mom would tell me that of course you would play with the little boy. It does not matter the darkness of someone's skin. I would ask why God took the little boy and she would say because he wanted the angels to play with him. I would cry because now the mother was all alone. She would agree that was so sad. My mom had 5 children that she sang this song to, None of us are prejudice and have many friends of all different ethnicities.