  I wonder, Dear, if you've ever heard About the queer little men, Who come slipping in, when the light grows dim, And it's sleepy-time again? They're the funniest, cutest little Elfin men, And they dress in the strangest way, With queer little peakÈd caps on their heads, And tight little suits of grey! And each little fellow has—what do you think? A fat little bag full of sand Hung over his shoulder, and he grabs it tight With his funny little elfin hand. And when you aren't thinking about them at all, These funny little sand-men creep Up close, and sprinkle some grains on your eyes, And then you go straight to sleep. At least, that's what my Nursie told me When I was little like you; But I think perhaps 'twas a fairy tale, So I'm not very certain it's true. For she laughed when I wanted to see one, and said There were some things she couldn't get. And I've watched and watched, but I've never seen A single little sand-man yet! |
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