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.

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.

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

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.