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.