sweet childhood dreams

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night

Sailed off in a wooden shoe---

Sailed off on a river of crystal light,

into a sea of dew.

"Where are you going and what do you wish?"

The old moon asked the three.

"we have come to fish for the herring fish

that live in this beautiful sea;

Nets of silver and gold have we!"

Said Wynken

Blynken,

And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,

And Nod is a little head,

And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies

Is a wee one's trundle-bed.

so shut your eyes while mother sings

Of wonderful sights that be,

And you shall see the beautiful things

As you rock in the misty sea,

Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three;

Wynken,

Blynken,

And Nod.

I've always loved this poem by Eugene Field (1850-1895)