Notes From The Treehouse

Once we get over the hill We'll find a library I like the bird books best But you can choose from a variety And if you shake the book really fierce Out will fly a note from me I know we'll get there eventually But i'm english, so bear with me I love

The ring around the moon last night Was caused by the refraction of moon-light From the crystals of silver, crunchy ice I thought i'd call To say I think you're nice Some things are better sung than said I'd like to walk around in your beautiful head

On the highest shelf Where you'll find she Hiding 'neath the nouns and verbs and similies Find a wooden step Place it carefully Lodge it between the couplets And apostrophes Blindfold your brain Feel your way for me In reaching out she's giving far t