Sandbox

When I was a child We had little in means So all my investments Were in fantasy dreams. A favorite of mine Was told by my pap Of a Sandman who came Whenever you'd nap. He came with a bag And a mission, this guy To put one piece of sand In each sleeping eye. So I made up a plan And sly as a fox Everyday upon waking I went to my box. I collected my sand For a sandbox one day And maybe a beach To dig, build and play! I worked hard at my sleep And the Sandman was kind He left me his tokens For this Sandbox of mine. Then one day I came home To check on my stash And it was all gone I fell with a crash. My grandma came running To see if I died And I asked if she knew Where my Sandbox now lied? She said with a grin From one ear to the other "I swept up your room To help out your mother." "I threw out that box It looked empty to me. Now dry up those tears I made sand tart cookies." So that's my sad tale And I learned a big rule Saving sand's a bad choice So eat sand tarts, you fool!