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.