Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one nightSailed off in a wooden shoe,—Sailed on a river of crystal lightInto 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 herring-fishThat live in this beautiful sea;Nets of silver and gold have we,”Said Wynken,Blynken,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 longRuffled the waves of dew;The little stars were the herring-fishThat lived in the beautiful sea.“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—Never afraid are we!”So crie