Poem of the Week

Wynken, Blynken and Nod (Selections)

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;

The little stars were the herring-fish

That lived in the beautiful sea.

“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,--

Never afraid are we!”

So cried the stars to the fisherman three,

Wynken

Blynken

And Nod.