[Peter Pan, spoken]
Look, my shadow, my very own shadow

[Wendy, spoken]
It's only a shadow!

[Peter Pan, spoken]
Yes, but it's all mine
Oh, I'm so clever
Oh the cleverness of me

[Wendy, spoken]
But, of course, I did nothing. Peter, you're conceited!

[Peter Pan]
Conceited?
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 every good reason to be

I 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 gotta crow!
I 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 gotta crow

If I were a very ordinary
Every 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 gotta let go and crow

*Instrumental*

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!

*Peter crows*