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.