Heed to a warning
Your boys won't make it before morning
A writhing form, they fall from their prams
Their cries covered because their mouths were covered by their jams
And there they lay for seven days
Until from their nursery they did stray
Over the hilltops and into the trees
Past the mermaids who swim in the seas
These babies are not given names. They are just "The Lost Boys"
Their home is now Neverland, where they play with their toys