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.