For Tree Top House And Friends Poem by A. P. Hancock

Let's climb up to the tree top house, the one built years ago
Let's look for all the names we carved, like Ginger, Sue, and Joe

Let's open all the windows wide, and let the breeze come through
Let's kick it back and talk a while, take off our Sunday shoes

Let's think of all the times we had, back in those gilded years
Let's tell of all the dares we took, while wet behind the ears

Let's whisper of those early loves, who came and went away
Let's laugh at how we used to look, and how we do today

Let's tell our stories since tree top, that make us who we are
Let's share a tear, a hug or two, and catch a falling star

Let's shut the windows back once more, but just before we end
Let's close our eyes and thankful be, for tree top house and friends