If Slightly was the comedic relief,
And Nibbs was debonair,
And Tootles was the humblest one,
And Curly was named for his hair,
Then who would you be, little Lost Boy?
Who, and why, and where?

Who is your mother?
And why are you crying?
And where are you going?
And how are you flying?

You're not a Lost Boy after all,
For they are all the same,
And you are different, I can tell,
I've known it since you came
Floating through my bedroom window . . .
Could Peter be your name?