THE SAND-MAN.
The sand-man lives down on the beach, Where the waves roll on and on, He always keeps just out of reach Till the day is past and done. I look for him and dig and delve, But he never can be found, Yet six hours after half past twelve He is sure to come around. I wish he’d show himself to me, And not wait until the night, When it’s so dark I cannot see Anything that is not light. I want to ask him why he takes Little boys and girls alone. And leaves the big folks wideawakes. Until half the night is gone. I’m going to dig for him some day Right down through the miles of sand, Until he's found, or I cut a way Clear through to some foreign land. Flavell Scott Mines
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XVI, Issue III, 18 January 1896, Page 79
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139THE SAND-MAN. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XVI, Issue III, 18 January 1896, Page 79
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