Never fear, my listening ones, Wendy's story's far from done!
Soon Jill had got her days in hand and dried up all her tears,
Staring down the pirate's jibes with a quick and hearty sneer,
She often tricks the sailors into finishing her chores,
And trades a homecooked meal to them for lessons, tricks in swords
Still nights she sits up all alone to greet the stars and think
And one soft eve in Neverland she spys a star upon the strand, dancing straight into her hand
And laughs,
For here is Tink
Now Tinkerbelle had ne'er approved of Wendy in her way,
But fairies love to gossip,
And Tink was mad at Pan that day
She listened close to Wendy who unloaded all her tale,
And learning the whole story grew by turns giddy and pale
She vowed to go to Peter and the boys in dirty throng,
To tell them Wendy's one true plan and how they'd done her wrong,
And so the pixie left the ship lest anyone should see,
And Wendy waves her hand and smiles a smile of victory
Oh I will sing you pirate songs and tell you pirate stories,
Of Wendy when she'd had her fill of Pan and the other Lost Boys
One balmy night as Jill sat still watching the stars go by,
Just as we knew she would she catches old in a lie,
Hidden by the thickest mask Jill hears old and Smee,
Full plotting Wendy's dark demise with blackest pirate glee
Says, "We'll madden Peter Pan and get back our wicked lives - I've a match for Wendy know for murdering his wives"
Red-handed Jill began to shake and froze where she did stand,
She knew the tale of Bluebeard (GASP)
Would he come to Neverland?
And Smee schemed on and on as midnight drifted in,
And Jill did quake with fear to learn the Captain's next of kin,
Was Bluebeard who they'd sent her off to marry straight away,
For now she was 's daughter destined not to have her say
Hid fast she overheard them and her pirate heart grew pale,
But, ah, our girl is clever and Bluebeard's another tale,
Recalling their agreement Wendy steals 's chance to gloat,
It's up she comes, her cutlass drawn, and holds it at his throat
"My duty's villified, old man, though you would be my father,
Our terms did clearly state no one may plot against the other,
To retire or walk the plank, the choice remains your own,
For your ship is mine, dear Captain and we'll see you off at dawn"
Oh I will sing you pirate songs and tell you pirate stories,
Of Wendy when she'd had her fill of Pan and the other Lost Boys
Captain did not take kindly to young Wendy's calling out,
He knocked her down and held his hook beneath her pretty pout,
But Wendy's eyes were steady as she cursed that mean old man
Using foulest curses as only a sailor can
And so missed the entrance of the rascal Peter Pan
Now Wendy's picked up fighting rather quickly, it is true,
But if you have two brothers then you're brilliant at it too!
Still she welcomes laughter from behind the silken sails,
Captain looks daggers but grows sweaty, drawn and pale
Then it up, beyond the Crow's Nest, Peter yanks his aged foe
Wendy cries "Admit defeat, old man, or he'll let go!"
Replies bad form and swears to do sweet Wendy harm
But it's Smee who starts the combat, slicing Wendy through the arm,
And it's Peter's hand that slip,
As Wendy cries out in alarm
Well the Croc did circle down below and to his jaws fell,
Where his soul now glowers is a tale we'll never tell,
Who cares if 's still sailing in the blackest seas of Hell?
For Peter smiles at Wendy now for the light of Tinkerbelle
Thus Wendy got herself a crew of ruthless men and brave,
To terrorize the Lost Boys - but only every Saturday
I will sing you pirate songs and tell you pirate stories,
Of Wendy when she'd had her fill of Pan and the other Lost Boys
Of Red-handed Jill who'd had her fill of Pan and his Lost Boys