Wish upon a star; Go on, fly away far; Home is ever so lonely now; Both painful and true; You left, quite out of the blue; My child, please come home; I'll play all your favourite games; Even the one in the frightful brown mud! Cold and alone; This house full of memories; I want to go with you; Oh, please take me away; Aren't the tales real? Pirates and Pan and Lost Boys too?
If you hadn't got it, I wrote this poem as if I were parent whose child had been taken by Pan.