I Don't Want To Go To School

When She Expressed A Doubtful Hope That Tinker Bell Would Be Glad To See Her, He Said, ‘who Is Tinker Bell?’ ‘o Peter,’ She Said, Shocked; But Even When She Explained He Could Not Remember. ‘there Are Such A Lot Of Them,’ He Said. ‘i Expect She Is No More.’ I Expect He Was Right, For Fairies Don’t Live Long, But They Are So Little That A Short Time Seems A Good While To Them.

All The Boys Were Grown Up And Done For By This Time; So It Is Scarcely Worth While Saying Anything More About Them. You May See The Twins And Nibs And Curly Any Day Going To An Office, Each Carrying A Little Bag And An Umbrella. Michael Is An Engine Driver. Slightly Married A Lady Of Title, And So He Became A Lord. You See That Judge In A Wig Coming Out At The Iron Door? That Used To Be Tootles. The Bearded Man Who Doesn't Know Any Story To Tell His Children Was Once John.

...and Thus It Will Go On, So Long As Children Are Gay And Innocent And Heartless.

If He Thought At All, But I Don't Believe He Ever Thought, It Was That He And His Shadow, When Brought Near Each Other, Would Join Like Drops Of Water.

This Meal Happened To Be A Make-believe Tea, And They Sat Round The Board Guzzling In Their Greed; And Really, What With Their Chatter And Recriminations, The Noise, As Wendy Said, Was Positively Deafening.