Tinker Bell is dead,
The funeral is today.
Everyone is so sad,
Because she's gone away.
They laid her out, in a matchbox,
Pretty as a nectarine.
But they couldn't find her socks,
Just her mini-skirt of green.
They are sad in Neverland,
All the Pixies came around.
To share the grief of Peter Pan,
Cause they heard that he's in town.
Tinker Bell is dead,
The lost boys must grow up.
Once they get it through their heads,
That when life starts, it will also stop.
10/23/10 Alton Texas
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