I’ve dreamed, and I’ve read…
…But suddenly, he was at my window
And I had a chance to live in a story…
..Whether it was Pixie dust (or passports) that started it all…
…. a ship (or plane) that took me to….
….Neverland (or England)…
…Whether we lined up like Lost Boys (or giant stuffed bears)….
…or we were Mermaids (or tourists)…
….or we made friends with a Crocodile (or spider)…
…or we Marched through the jungle (or across Abbey Road)…
…or flew past Big Ben (or in front of Kensington Palace).
No matter how it happened, I will never grow up.
Thank you London
Bailey Takes On LONDON 