Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
      And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
      Is a wee one's trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
      Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
      As you rock on the misty sea
      Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three,
            And Nod.
- excerpt from Wynken, Blynken, and Nod by Eugene Field

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