by Paul Laurence Dunbar
The sand-man he’s a jolly old fellow,
His face is kind and his voice is
But he makes your eyelids as heavy as lead,
And then you got to go off to bed;
I don’t think I like the sand-man.
But I’ve been playing this livelong day;
It does make a fellow so tired to play!
Oh, my, I’m a-yawning right here before
I’m the sleepiest fellow that you ever saw.
I think I do like the sand-man.