Mr Sandman
Who is this mythical man
Who drops his sand
With a wave of his hand?
We slip it seems as if by a magical wand
Off in to dream land.
Our eye lids try to stay open so a glimpse of him we
Might see
But by the time we count to three
We must be honest and tell to thee
Down our eye lids glide as we go off in to sleep.
Our breathing going deep.
The next morning we know that in to our room he did creep
To stand at the head
Of our bed
After we turned out the light
And said good night
For little sleepers in our eyes he has left behind.
We believe, even though we haven't seen
This mythical man that comes on the scene
Each night
Is flinging his sand In to droopy eyes.
So we dubbed ......
Him as we rubbed.......
Our eyes
Mr Sandman as he travels through the skies.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
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