Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
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
Said Wynken, Blynken and Nod.