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...