| 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. | |
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| 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. | |
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| And sometimes things to bed I take, | |
| As prudent sailors have to do |
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| Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake, | |
| Perhaps a toy or two. | |
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| 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.
-Robert Louis Stevenson |
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