Marilyn's Mansion

I'm going where nobody knows,

To a place far away from my worries and my woes,

Escape for a day in the trees, I can play

In a house made of sticks, on a branch in the shade.

Frisbees, kites galore

Cover the roof from summers before,

Up high, near the sky,

I can laugh, I can dance, if you fall, you will die.

This is my treehouse! No girls allowed!

I just hope to hell the wind don't blow me down.

This is a fort of sorts,

I made it myself from odds and sods.

Camouflaged by twigs and leaves,

My secret den you cannot see.

From up above you look like ants,

While I eat sweets and make commands.

This is my treehouse! No girls allowed!

I just hope to hell the wind don't blow me down.

This is my treehouse! No girls allowed!

I just hope to hell the wind don't blow me down.