My Bed is a Boat

by Robert Louis Stevenson

                               My bed is like a little boat;

                               Nurse helps me in when I embark;

                               She girds me in my sailor's coat

                               And starts me in the dark.

                               At night I go on board and say

                               Good-night to all my friends on shore;

                               I shut my eyes and sail away

                               And see and hear no more.

                               And sometimes things to bed I take,

                               As prudent sailors have to do;

                               Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,

                               Perhaps a toy or two.

                               All night across the dark we steer;

                               But when the day returns at last,

                               Safe in my room beside the pier,

                               I find my vessel fast.