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 The little stars were the herring fish &emsp;That lived in that beautiful sea&mdash; "Now cast your nets wherever you wish&mdash; &emsp;Never afeard are we"; &emsp;So cried the stars to the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw &emsp;To the stars in the twinkling foam&mdash; Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, &emsp;Bringing the fishermen home; 'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed &emsp;As if it could not be, And some folks thought 't was a dream they'd dreamed &emsp;Of sailing that beautiful sea&mdash; &emsp;But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, &emsp;And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies &emsp;Is a wee one's trundle-bed.