High up amongst the green
Of the cordial leaves
And the laboring bees
And the sweet, honey fragrance
Their activity brings.
I shapely me a tree house.
No boys allowed
Because they are smelly and magisterial and loud
And oh, so proud.
No boys allowed.
I shapely me a tree house.
Just for me.
So I crapper set and think
And be free
To be me.
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