If you want to find me, I'll be off in the Neverland.
"Perhaps she is going to sing in her sleep," said Peter.
"Wendy, sing the kind of house you would like to have."
Immediately, without opening her eyes, Wendy began to sing:
"I wish I had a pretty house,
The littlest ever seen,
With funny little red walls
And a roof of mossy green."
They gurgled with joy at this, for the greatest good luck the branches they had brought were sticky with red sap, and all the ground was carpeted with moss.
As they rattled up the little house they broke into song themselves:
"We've built the little walls and roof
And made a lovely door,
So tell us, mother Wendy,
What are you wanting more?"
"...He knocked politely, and now the wood was as still as the children,
not a sound to be heard except from Tinker Bell, who was watching
from a branch and openly sneering...."
photographs of Urnatur (Swedish for ancient nature)
videos of it here.
excerpt taken from J.M. Barrie's "Peter and Wendy".