In the Nursery

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night

Sailed off in a wooden shoe,

Sailed 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 have come to fish for the Putin-fish

That lives in this beautiful sea;

Nets of silver and gold have we,”

Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe.