Are you frightened, Darling?,
Do you worry that monsters will come take you away,
While you snooze and dream in your cot this way?,
Do not fear!,
For Peter Pan is here,
He is always near,
He looks after you when your parents are out to dine,
He Listens when Nana tells Fairytales,
And when you can't sleep,
He plops on the foot of your bed,
Cocks his head,
And his Ocarina sings and lulls you back to Dreamland,
Sweet child,
He loves you so,
He loves all children dearly,
If you listen, though, you can hear the adults clearly,
"That Pan, he's poppycock!,
No logic in a boy that never grows,
Never ages,
Never pays Taxes or wears suits.
Tell that child to grow up, and instead,
dream of practical things like
shares and stocks and bonds.
Tell that child that Neverland is not real at all!
Simply a tale to put insolent children to rest."
But that isn't true!,
Don't listen to the grown-ups
Who let their hearts grow as well as
Their bodies,
They could have stood young,
If they wished so to do,
Peter Pan is real!,
He is REAL!, I tell you,
And remember,
Always remember,
As every last Star in the blanketed night sky,
Kisses you goodnight,
Tinkerbell is there, too,
To be your night-light.
