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 her ring fish"
That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken, Blynken And Nod.
Such was the music once to be heard in a certain house on a certain street in Chicago. The man that made it, a gaunt fellow...