The Eighth Sin/To Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens
TO PETER PAN IN KENSINGTON GARDENS.
Dear Peter, on your tree of bronzeWhere children feed the ducks and swans,Dear Peter, play a tune—don't waitTill big policemen shut the gateAnd leave you lonely—blow, O blowThe music that the children know.
Dear Peter, you need have no fearLest grown-up folks should overhear—Too grave and busy for such gleeThey will not heed your minstrelsy.Your pipe is at your lips—please blowFor we are waiting here below.
The birds and fairies in the parkCan hear you piping after dark,But we must hear you now, you see,Before Nurse takes us home to tea.I think she's coming . . . Do just blowOne tiny tune before we go!