Der Sandmann
The Sand Man


In my supple, soft boots I race up the stairs.
The kids are in bed, saying their prayers.
Just two grains of sand I throw into their eyes;
May God and his angels watch over their sighs.

And may they enjoy dreams that are sweet –
Now, clickety clack,
With my sack on my back,
Down the stairs and into the street;
I must keep moving, no time for delay,
I've lots of others to visit today.
See, they’re dreaming already, a smile on their face
And of the sand in my sack, I’ve used hardly a trace.