Wynken, Blynken and Nod Nursery Rhyme Baby Shower Cake

Who remembers the Wynken, Blynken and Nod nursery rhyme? Anybody? Nah, me either, lol, I had to Google it! But it was a SUPER cute theme for the baby shower thrown for my cousin Molly in November 2015. This is the cake I made for her, (with an audience, no less, ha ha. Actually, they weren't too bad) The cake is chocolate/vanilla marble, with vanilla crème filling, buttercream icing and marshmallow fondant accents (all the figures, wooden shoe-boat and stars are hand formed/cut mmf). Most of my cakes are an ALL day endeavor, and this one was no different. It was, however, a labor of love as I couldn't be happier for Molly and Mike and their new baby Clara!

Pictured with the baby shower invitation

And below is the actual nursery rhyme, for your reading and perhaps nostalgic pleasure . . . :)

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 herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea —
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish —
Never afraid are we";
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam —
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'Twas all so pretty a sail
 it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea —
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

^{~Eugene Field 1889}