A Nascent Poem

Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe;
Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going and what do you wish?" the old moon asked the> three.
"We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful> sea.> Nets of silver and gold have we," said Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song as they rocked in the wooden> shoe.> And the wind that sped them all night long ruffled the waves of dew.
Now the little stars are the herring fish that live in that beautiful> sea;
"Cast your nets wherever you wish never afraid are we!" So cried the stars to the fishermen three - Winkin', and Blinkin', and Nod.>
So all night long their nets they threw to the stars in the twinkling> foam.> 'Til down from the skies came the wooden shoe bringing the fisherman> home.
'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed as if it could not be. > Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod> > Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe;> Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew.> "Where are you going and what do you wish?" the old moon asked the> three.> "We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful> sea.> Nets of silver and gold have we," said Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod. > The old moon laughed and sang a song as they rocked in the wooden> shoe.> And the wind that sped them all night long ruffled the waves of dew.> Now the little stars are the herring fish that live in that beautiful> sea;> "Cast your nets wherever you wish never afraid are we!"> So cried the stars to the fishermen three - Winkin', and Blinkin', and> Nod.> So all night long their nets they threw to the stars in the twinkling> foam.> 'Til down from the skies came the wooden shoe bringing the fisherman> home.> 'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed as if it could not be.> Some folks say 'twas a dream they dreamed of sailing that misty sea.> But I shall name you the fisherman three - Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.> Now Winkin' and Blinkin' are two little eyes and Nod is a little head.> And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies is a wee one's trundle bed.>
So close your eyes while mother sings of the wonderful sights that be.> And you shall see those beautiful things as you sail on the misty sea,> Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three - Winkin', Blinkin', and> Nod. some folks say 'twas a dream they dreamed of sailing that misty sea.> But I shall name you the fisherman three - Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.> Now Winkin' and Blinkin' are two little eyes and Nod is a little head.> And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies is a wee one's trundle bed.> So close your eyes while mother sings of the wonderful sights that be.> And you shall see those beautiful things as you sail on the misty sea,> Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three - Winkin', Blinkin', and> Nod.