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
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