The Land of Nod

From Breakfast on through all the day

At home among my friends I stay,

But every night I go abroad

Afar into the land of Nod.All by myself I have to go,

With none to tell me what to do--

All alone beside the streams

And up the mountain-sides of dreams.The strangest things are there for me,

Both things to eat and things to see,

And many frightening sights abroad

Till morning in the land of Nod.Try as I like to find the way,

I never can get back by day,

Nor can remember plain and clear

The curious music that I hear.