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...AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES |