But It's Not How I Find My Neverland

We fly across the sky,

Second star to the right and straight on till morn.

That's how the riddle goes,

But it's not how I find my Neverland.

Pixie dust will get you there,

that and a happy thought

to the hollows now we fly!

That's how the riddle goes

But it's not how I find my Neverland.

My Neverland is right here

Scattered meadows

Ringing laughter -

That is how my riddle goes -

My Neverland 

Is where family is.

By Lilia G.