Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into 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 Putin-fish
That lives in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,”
Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe.