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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