If anywhere my house could be
I’d put it right atop a tree
Where I could smell the freshest air
And live on it without a care
With coils of rope I’d make a rig
So though the job may seem too big
I’d hoist up my supplies with ease
And make construction just a breeze
Of course I’d build a balcony
With bridges going tree to tree
For then I’d have some place to go
But never have to head below
My arboreal home would boast
A view of some fantastic coast
Along with birds who chose to stay
To sing to me throughout the day...