  EACH night a man goes round our town, And into eyes of blue and brown, He sprinkles, with a careful hand, The finest, softest grains of sand. Then as sweet blossoms close at night, O’er shining eyes fall curtains white; For all these precious grains of sand Are gathered up in Slumber Land. ’Tis there the peaceful river gleams Where children sail in happy dreams; The Sand Man takes them in his boat, So off my little pet must float. Myra Goodwin Plantz. double line Children in wagon
TEDDY AND MARGARET CLIMBED INTO THE STRANGE WAGON. |
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