You hear him softly, softly creep,
And if you turn around to peep
He throws the sand that makes you sleep!
But don't be frightened—he is kind:
His sand will never make you blind,
But only close your eyes, you'll find.
He's like a dear and gentle friend:
His pleasant task it is to send
Sweet dreams to follow playtime's end.
I've stayed up late, and tried to see