What has this man got? A sack. Where does he carry it? On his back. What is there in it? Tell if you're wise; Why, sand to throw in the children's eyes. The Sand-Man, the Sand-Man, Oh, isn't he a grand man? Be you ever so wise, he'll throw dust in your eyes, I'd have you to understand, man. When night comes, and time for bed; In he steps with muffled tread; In his sack he thrusts his hand, Out he pulls a handful of sand; And herein the trickery lies, That he throws it right in the children's eyes. The Sand-Man, the Sand-Man, Oh, isn't he a grand man? Be your ever so wise, he'll shut your eyes, And make you to sleep--will Sand-Man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TREE OF SONG by SARA TEASDALE HAWORTH CHURCHYARD by MATTHEW ARNOLD WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU by ROBERT BURNS THE PAST IS THE PRESENT by MARIANNE MOORE PROMISES LIKE A PIE-CRUST by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI BALLADE OF THE FOREST HAUNTERS by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE CLASS POEM by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 34 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |