By: Tato With dungeons deep And caverns old Beyond the sunrise hazing gold There lies a house Where forms arouse, The sandman walking in. They watch TV, They sing and shout They run and play and hop about. The children rush, The children hide, From the sandman walking in. His silent step, His crooked walk, His raspy, mesmerizing talk. He finds the boys And points to bed While the sandman’s walking in. “Asleep, asleep, And not one peep, For I shall cast of spell so deep, But you will have your soul to keep,” Said the sandman walking in. The bodies drop Onto their beds And soon you see the slumb’ring heads Of six small boys That dropped like leads From the sandman walking in. The children rest, Fulled his quest, The sandman goes from nest to nest, But please keep your eyes your best For the sandman walking in. ~Tato