WENDY:
you`re concieted!
PETER PAN:
concieted?
Not me,
It`s just that I am what I am
And I`m me!
When I look at myself
And I see in myself
All the wonderful things that I see
If I`m pleased with myself
I have ev`ry good reason to be.
I`ve gotta crow!
I`m just the cleverest fellow
`Twas ever my fortune to know;
I taught a trick to my shadow
To stick to the tip of my toe
I`ve gotta crow!
I`ve gotta brag!
I think it`s sweet
I have fingers and feet I can wiggle and wag.
I can climb trees and play tag with the breeze
In the meadows below
I`ve gotta crow!
If I were a very ordinary
Ev`ry day thing,
I`d never be heard cock-a-doodling
`Round like a bird!
So Naturally
When I discover the cleverness of a remarkable me,
How can I hide it
When deep down inside it just tickles me so
That I`ve gotta let go and crow!
I`m really a rare thing,
Such a fair thing,
I can`t keep still!
I`m bursting with pride
And I just couldn`t keep it inside
If I tried so...
Naturally
When I discover the cleverness of a remarkable me,
How can I hide it
When deep down inside it just tickles me so
That I`ve gotta let go and crow!
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