My bed is a boat
My bed is like a little boat;
Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailors 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.
Robert Louis Stevenson