Secrets of the Sandman

There’s a quiet time known as dusk as the orbs of heaven pass When departs from forest’s clearing a pixie of a lass A partner to the sandman on babes she sprinkles dust Though the sandman gets the credit the pixie’s his brain-trust First of all she ascertains if an infant’s sleeping Then softly through the nursery to the crib she’s creeping Preparing babies for her partner with his iconic bag of sand The enchanted dust this pixie sprinkles wings infants' souls to fairyland