Peter Pan

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If pixie dust will
Guide my way
To Neverland
Not going astray

Lost boys and fairies
In the jungle east
All eating
Their imaginary feast

Sailing near
Mermaids' cove
Captain Hook asleep
And Smee at the stove

Indians singing
A tribal song
Dancing
The celebration long

In a tree
Where the Lost boys hide
A boy blowing a pipe
Heard far and wide

The boy who can fly
He wears the color green
As if to blend in
By pirates he won't be seen

The Lost boys
Following their leader
As they pass through the jungle
Trees of oak and fairy seeders

The boy with pipes
Smiles and lands
The boys cheering
"Hooray its Peter Pan!"

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