Timmy

Timmy was the Peter of his generation, stuck forever in his little Neverland, never wanting to grow up. He struggled in school with his t’s crossed like r’s and his r’s crossed like t’s. He was cherry blossom sweet but he was sly, so sly with the devil in his eye.

He became a navigator of great trickery with a cheeky smile as his aid. He copied the girls work, word for word and didn’t even bother to change it. And he rode upon the arrogance of the boys.

School was his playground and he was not on route to change that. Timmy was stuck, stuck forever in his little Neverland. Timmy never wanted to grow up. Never ever ever.

He was cherry blossom sweet but he was sly, so sly with the devil in his eye. If angels could fly down, they would fly away. Away they would fly, chasing shadows until the days were out.

Timmy, Timmy, when would he ever learn?

Never, never, he was stuck forever in his little Neverland, never wanting to grow up.

Timmy, Timmy, when would he ever grow up?

Timmy didn’t want to, he really didn’t want to. He was Timmy. He was cherry blossom sweet but he was sly, so sly with the devil in his eye.

Where there’s a will there’s a way, and Timmy found his way. Master of manipulation, navigator of great trickery with a cheeky smile as his aid. His days were numbered, numbered they were but believe it he wouldn’t.

For Timmy didn’t want to, Timmy was the Peter of his generation, stuck forever in his little Neverland, never wanting to grow up.