Though homey and quiant, the house in the tree
Peter burst out laughing, maniacally
The lost boys asked him of problems that be
His only response was "Sit around the fire, and see."
With a flick of his wrist, from his satchel was thrown
A handful of powder, through the fire it shown
A painting in smoke, that told of the past
The lost boys sat around, their faces aghast
As the flames died down, at Peter they looked
For the visions in flame, told a tale of Mr. Hook
Many years prior, before the captain became a crook
Peter killed his parents, his soul Peter shook
One by one, the lost boys would get up and leave
Peter laughed as they walked on this darkest eve
"I'll kill you all too! You better believe!"
"I'll take all you love, if you don't concede"
But still they kept walking, they emptied the tree.
Peter kept laughing, but he did not see
That Hook was still coming
and friends he'd soon need.