Sammi Smith Sand Covered Angels
Three sunburned noses
The colour of roses
Bobby's got a frog in his pocket
Where is your sister
For an hour, I've missed her
She's trying to find her gold locket.
And your tall headed brother
Has startled his mother
Trying to swallow his dime
Do you really think
That the fish like that ink
Sand covered angels of mine.
There's crayons and mittens
And a box full of kittens
Though we always called that cat Tommy
Torn shirts and dresses
And rooms that are messes
And that's a bit hard on your mommy.
Bruises and splinters
And colds in the winters
Making up stories that rhyme
Noses need blowing
Their clothes, they're outgrowing
Sand covered angels of mine.
Finger prints on the wall
Of the bathroom and hall
And picking up toys takes my time
But the joy I would miss
If I couldn't kiss
Sand covered angels of mine...
