the first few stanzas

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...