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The Sandman |
| Written by Lisa | |
| Friday, 22 August 2008 | |
The Sandman
Sandman's a-coming my darling my sweet, Looking through windows all down the street. Looking for children still wide awake, Close your eyes my dear, for safety's sake.
Your pretty little eyes, wide open and clear, Go to sleep my dearest, my child, my dear. The Sandman is coming, his owl in tow, If you're not a-sleeping, I'm certain he'll know.
For the Sandman is not a figure of joy, Bringing sweet dreams all night to all girls and boys. The Sandman is frightening and a danger to thee, For once you have seen him 'tis the last thing you'll see.
The Sandman and his owl stalk through the town, Looking for children awake on their own. Their pretty young eyes are what he desires, As he strides past the houses, his own eyes like fires.
His owl is hungry and wants to eat soon, The Sandman searches, under the moon. A window - with light - an un-sleeping child, Attracts the notice of this duo most wild.
Go to sleep naughty child, the danger comes near, The Sandman is coming, you'd do well to fear. His hands reaching out to hold you quite still, While his companion, the owl, gobbles his fill.
Remember, my children, to sleep when you're told, Don't lie awake, you're not yet too old, That the Sandman will pass by, thinking you grown, So sleep, my precious, my darling, my own. Copyright 2008 Lisa |
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