Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one nightSailed off in a wooden shoe —Sailed 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 fishThat live in this beautiful sea;Nets of silver and gold have we!"Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,As they rocked in the wooden shoe,And the wind that sped them all night longRuffled the waves of dew.The little stars were the herring fishThat lived in that beautiful sea —"Now cast your nets wherever you wish —Never afeard are we";So cried the stars to the fishermen three:Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
All night long their nets they threwTo the stars in the twinkling foam —Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,Bringing the fishermen home;'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemedAs if it could not be,And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamedOf sailing that beautiful sea —But I shall name you the fishermen three:Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,And Nod is a little head,And the wooden shoe that sailed the skiesIs a wee one's trundle-bed.So shut your eyes while mother singsOf wonderful sights that be,And you shall see the beautiful thingsAs you rock in the misty sea,Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
The Sugar-Plum Tree by Eugene Field
Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?
'T is a marvel of great renown!
It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop sea
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town;
The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet
(As those who have tasted it say)
That good little children have only to eat
Of that fruit to be happy next day.
When you 've got to the tree, you would have a hard time
To capture the fruit which I sing;
The tree is so tall that no person could climb
To the boughs where the sugar-plums swing!
But up in that tree sits a chocolate cat,
And a gingerbread dog prowls below--
And this is the way you contrive to get at
Those sugar-plums tempting you so:
You say but the word to that gingerbread dog
And he barks with such terrible zest
That the chocolate cat is at once all agog,
As her swelling proportions attest.
And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around
From this leafy limb unto that,
And the sugar-plums tumble, of course, to the ground--
Hurrah for that chocolate cat!
There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes,
With stripings of scarlet or gold,
And you carry away of the treasure that rains
As much as your apron can hold!
So come, little child, cuddle closer to me
In your dainty white nightcap and gown,
And I 'll rock you away to that Sugar-Plum Tree
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town.
Hushabye Time unknown author
It's hushabye time at the edge of the woods,A cricket has told me so.Grandfather Robin is calling goodnight,And surely he ought to know.
Little Tom Chipmunk won't come in at once,A very annoying trait.His mother has chattered and called three times'Come home, it is getting late.'
The youngest deer has gone down for a drink.All children need one, it seems,Just when they ought to be closing their eyesAnd waiting for happy dreams.
A blanket of mist creeps softly about.The fireflies gleam and glow.Oh, it's hushabye time at the edge of the woodA cricket has told me so.
