I smell the fresh baked bread as I run into
I hear the beeping oven as I get situated in
the beautiful kitchen
I run my hand over the smooth granite
counter as the golden sunlight hits the
I take one last look as I leave the cozy place
A tree house, a free house,
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.
A street house, a neat house,
Be sure and wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all-
Let’s go live in a tree house.
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