‘Twas Neverland and the dragonflies
Did flitter and flutter in the air:
All whimsical were the faerieflies,
And the night was fair.

“Beware of Hook, my son, my son!”
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the parrot bird, and shun
The dreaded pirate patch!”

He took his tarnished knife in hand:
Long time the menacing foe he sought –
So rested he by the apple tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in deepest thought he stood,
Hook, with eyes of flame,
Came sneaking through the darkened wood,
And was glaring as he came!

One, two! One two! And through and through
The tarnished knife went whoosh-crack!
He left him dead, and with his head
He went a flying back.

“And, has thou slain Hook , my son?
Come to my arms, my wonderful boy!
O fabulous day! Hurrah! Hooray!”
He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas Neverland and the dragonflies
Did flitter and flutter in the air:
All whimsical were the faerieflies,
And the night was fair.