The Daily Grind.

Closely he cuddled up to me,
And put his hand in mine,
Till all at once I seemed to be
Afloat in seas of brine.

Yet there he lay so peaceful-like,
God bless his curly head!
I quite forgave the little tyke
For wetting of the bed.

by Eugene Field, 1850-1895

I got the duvet in. I'll let you know if I manage to get it out.