"knave high-lone"

At which hour was I not high-lone

Mine only kin wast the moon

Nowh're to wend and nay lodging to calleth throne

Oft that gent goeth yonder soon

Then one night, as i did close mine eye

That gent cameth to me with the sweetest smile

I did see a shadow flying high

That gent hath said, "pet'r pan I am, thee'll nev'r beest lonely, f’r a while

That gent sprinkl'd me in pixie dust and told me to believeth

Togeth'r we shall fly hence in a cloud of green to thy quite quaint destiny

As we didst soar above the town yond nev'r didst loveth

I did realize i finally hadst a family

Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Wendy Darling

Thou art mine own p'rfect st'ry

F'rev'r a hath lost knave lasting

Nev'rland, i loveth thee

Nev'rland is home to hath lost boys like me

And hath lost boys like me art free