Peter Pan, Peter Pan,

Childhood hero of Neverland,

I found something that you lost—

Nana stole your shadow, for you made her cross.

I pray you’ll come back, come back again.

Man the portcullis, raise the main

And sail back here, where I await.

You need not use door or gate,

For you can fly to my windowsill.

I can’t wait to meet Tinkerbell!

I live out beside a lake and often fantasize

Of meeting the maids of Mermaid Lagoon.

Will you bring me? (Please, come soon.)

And to meet the injun squaws and braves

Would be a delight (traversing the waves).

Do be vigilant and swift,

And beware of the ship that sails adrift,

For a codfish and his pirate crew

Lurk about in search of you

And your Lost Boys. Perhaps I may

Visit your hideout in the forest someday.

What is that rapping at my window pane?

Ah—it’s just a pecking bird peering in from the rain.