Wynkin, blynkin and nod, one night,
sailed off in a wooden shoe,
sailed of on a river of crystal light,
into a sea of dew
Where are you going and what do you wish,
the old moon asked the three,
we've come to fish for the herring fish,
that live in this beautiful sea,
nets of silver and gold have we,
said Wynkin, blynkin and nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
as they rocked in their wooden shoe,
and the wind that sped them all night through
ruffled the waves, of the sea of dew,
the little stars are the herring fish,
that live in the sea of dew,
cast your nets where ever you wish,never afraid are we
cried the stars to the fishermen three,
So all night long their nets they threw,
to the stars in the tumbling foam,
till down from the stars came the wooden shoe,
bringing the fisher men home,
Twas all such a pretty sail,
as if it could not be,
Some folks they say it was a dream they dreamed,
of sailing that misty sea,
but i shall name the fishermen three,
Wynkin, blynkin and nod,
Now Wynkin and blynkin are two little eyes,
and nod is a little head
and the wooden shoe that sailed the stars,
was a wee ones trundle bed,
so close your eyes while your mother sings,
if the wonderful sights that be,
and you shall see those beautiful things,
as you sail on the start sea,
Sleep tight sweetpea XXXX((((H's))))XXXX 
xox
Enjoying peace and quiet
Morning
The joy of an unexpected bunch of flowers
