Wynken, Blynken, And Nod By Eugene Field

Wynken, Blynken, And Nod By Eugene Field Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night   Sailed 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-fish   That live in this beautiful sea;   Nets of silver […]