Poem - treehouse

I wrote ANOTHER poem called 'treehouse', also directed at little kids. I hope you like it! 

I have a place

And it’s my little space

Up in the tops of the trees

Mother and Father can’t get to it

But I can get to it

With ease

It is my little spot

For whenever it’s hot

And I can go outside

I sit up there and think

In the wooden treehouse Father made for me

I can talk to the birds

And we speak little words

Of what we think and feel

I am the king

And I can sing

Out as loud as I want

I can take my teddy bear

Although I have to treat him with care

At the treehouse down the end of the yard