My bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor’s coat And starts me in the dark.
At night, I go on board and say Good night to all my friends on shore; I shut my eyes and sail away And see and hear no more.
And sometimes things to bed I take, As prudent sailors have to do: Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake, Perhaps a toy or two.
All night across the dark we steer: But when the day returns at last, Safe in my room, beside the pier, I find my vessel fast.