Up three times and to the right
Over there and up one flight
It's the last call to Neverland
On a dragon; riding grand.
One last stop at Mushroom Hill
Then up and over Junie's Fill
Into sky maroon with dusk
Perfumed with moonlight's growing musk
Ride all night and never stop
Sleep near ever fast Hailbop
Keep on going through your dreams
Watched by Luna's dusty beams
Arrive at last with tiny bump
There he's waiting on a stump
It's Peter Pan, the ever young
Quick with sword and sharp of tongue
And see, there glowing in the trees
Is Tinkerbell with twitchy knees
Then you're off, to dance with them
Until once more the skies grow dim
In Neverland you'll always be
You can't leave now, there's not a key
No lock to keep you here, and yet
You're caught in freedom's carefree net
Goodbye for now, I'll come again
Until I do, wake with the wren
In daylight scare the pirate Hook
And sleep at night below the brook.
Sit where the cat sits. Cross your toes
Close your eyes. And smell a rose.
Then say under your breath
"I believe in fairies, sure as death."
Gadflykins! Gladrypins!
Gutterpuss and Cass!
Come to me fairly
Each lad and lass.
I'm sick, alone, and really bored
My throat is dead, coughdrops I hoard.
I'm on the phone with Myles boy
To talk to him fills me with joy.
Tomorrow I will be home all day
I'll watch movies and hit the hay
Bored as fuck and lonely, too
I hate having nothing to do.
I'll think of you and wish you were
Home sick too; I'd call you, sir.
I gotta dye my hair back soon
It looks like crap even at noon.
I'm going to sleep for it is late
Maybe getting well will be my fate
I know in the end it somehow will
But I am really sick of it, still.
Goodnight, I love you, cheerio!
Sweet dreams to you, my deario!
Dream of glitter, guns, and men
Any of them, mostly Calvin!
A child in bright blue overalls
Right then began to cry
His white balloon escaped his grasp -
Contrasted in the sky.
The white on blue did catch my gaze,
It grew to small to see.
Buffeted by the wind and light
Looking back at me
And now, it's winding, upwards path
Where does it's journey end?
To pop at last where air is thin
No more to fly, to weave and bend?
Or maybe it will join the stars,
That little white balloon
Beaded into patterns bright,
Sweet beside the moon.