The little cake, it is poisonous.
The little cake, it is gorgeous.
Tootles, poor Tootles who has never ever had a mother
wants to partake of the little cake.
But it's all green now, all grown over
with the green of moss and Neverland forest rot.
The cake has grown.
It has grown as hard as a stone.
The pirates will still take it from shore
to shore in hopes that the little boys will take it home
for some birthday party or other and they'll all die off one
by one.