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 arbor. . .

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 arbor. . .