Sweet dreams

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.