I dwell in imaginary
Its pleasant there
I have wings
Though I still, am not loved

I'm tink
And I love he who loves Wendy
Thus, a small one
Unseen

I live in dreams
Deal in nightmares
That's my business
Off the hopscotch grid

My trees speak
Flowers play music,
I have many moons
and the sea is red here
Never blue

The "Lost Boys" play music
eat too much and sing
I fly perfect circles around their heads
They laugh at my leaf dresses

I have friends here
In my fake "Never Land"
And I don't have to pay them
or be something I'm not

I'm just "tink"
and they all like me that way
Even Captain Hook smiles for me
In this Land

My Never Land