but not for parrot or for beard,
Though gentlemanly to the look, he'd gladly gut you with his hook.
He wore it after his right hand, was cut clean off by Peter Pan,
while dueling him on Marooner's rock,
and fed it to a nearby croc.
'Twas Eton college where he went,
to learn and become a proper gent, before he sailed upon the sea,
With his only friend, Mr. Smee.
He's been in Neverland for a while,
chased by the hungery crocodile,
trying to find that arrogant boy,
the thought of revenge his only joy.
A lonely man was 'ol Jas. Hook,
searching Neverland's every nook, hated everywhere he goes,
but in his pursuit he never slows.
The crocodile had swallowed a clock,
so Hook was warned by the tick and tock,
he feared the clock would run down, and by the croc he would be found.
Filled with spite and hate and fear,
Hook did not shed a single tear,
though he trembled and he shook,
Envy not Captain James Hook.