Wynken.
Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night,
Sailed off in a wooden shoe--
Sailed on a river of misty 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 and gold have we,”