The Treehouse
When boys and girls are at young age they have a certain viewSegregating from each other we find that this is true.
Boys all like the he-man games of their favorite movie stars
Commandos, cowboys and space ships that take them to the stars.
Whereas the females all play house, with dolls that wet theit pants,
And play with tiny dishes and wierd gifts, recieved from aunts.
In a vacant lot across the way most us boys, would go to play,
Hide from girls and climb this great big tree, all throughout the day.
It was tall and so majestic, many branches from the ground
That we could reach and grab ahold, to heights that would abound!
We decided to build a treehouse, since there wasn't one in town
Then we would have our privacy, with no 'sissy' girls around.
We began our search for lumber we could scavenge from around
Rope and nails, and even pails, and whatever could be found.
We all worked together with our ideas , Oh so sly
So we could then create our own, castle in the sky.
When the girls would come around asking us every singleday,
We decided to ignore them and maybe they would go away.
After weeks of trial and labor we all proudly did agree
We had our place of refuge percher high up in the tree.
It seemed like fifteen minutes for the height we had to climb
But we were then rewarded on the platform to recline.
And gaze up through the higher limbs, and, what seemed to be
A vast ocean out before us looking down from our new sea.
A pully pulled our treasures up; we used a nice long rope
It was called our elevator, gosh it took a million stroles'
We had to hide our sandwiches and keep our candy in a jar.
I borrowed my dads picnic box from the trunk of his old car.
Cause the birds and bees hang out in trees; tiny insects too
They seem to like the things we do, most anything to chew.
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We played for many happy days as the years went by;
Somehow the girls began to change we often wondered why?
They started looking prettier and had a certain gaze,
We even talked about them, sometimes for even days.
Patty Ann was the prettiest one, [at least she was to me].
I wonder if I asked her,,, if she could climb a tree?
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