Three sunburned noses,

The color 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 tow-headed brother

Has startled his mother

Trying to swallow his dime.

Do you really think

The fish liked 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 amd splinters

And colds in the winter

Making up stories that rhyme

Noses need blowing

Clothes you're out growing

Sand covered angels of mine.



Fingerprints on the wall

Of the bathroom and hall

Mending your toys takes my time

But the joy I would miss

If I couldn't kiss

Sand covered angels of mine...