THE SAND-MAN

I know a man With face of tan, But who is ever kind; Whom girls and boys Leaves games and toys Each eventide to find.

When day grows dim, They watch for him, He comes to place his claim; He wears the crown Of Dreaming-town; The sand-man is his name.

When sparkling eyes Troop sleepywise And busy lips grow dumb; When little heads Nod toward the beds, We know the sand-man's come.