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THE SANDMAN
Did you ever meet the sandman, late at night?
A little bent old man in grey rags, quite a sight,
Carrying a sack of sleepy sand visiting everywhere,
You may be reading a book and he is standing there.
However much you want to go on eyes slowly close,
Even a cold shower or running under a water hose
Will not help, when the Sandman has been around
He’s better than any sleeping pill that has been found.
Sometimes he is naughty and plays tricks in the day,
Spreads that sleepy sand, so your eyes won’t open stay,
You are in an important lecture, or are hard at your work,
That’s when the mischievous old sandman, will not shirk.
Another time he’s called on you, but the children missed,
They are clean and all tucked up, prayers said and kissed,
But old Mr Sandman has somehow passed them right by,
He must have his reasons, but I cannot understand why,
He should come at bedtimes, sprinkling sand everywhere,
So everyone can sleep well, so as to answer many a prayer,
Tonight at my bedtime, sandman please come my way,
Seal my eyes closed in sleep, until the start of the new day.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson August 13, 2002