My Bed Is a Boat

MY bed is like a little boat;Nurse helps me in when I embark;She girds me in my sailor's coatAnd starts me in the dark.

At night, I go on board and sayGood night to all my friends on shore;I shut my eyes and sail awayAnd 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.