The Adventure of the Magic TreehouseThe Treehouse
In the forest, in a clearing,
Stands a treehouse, tall and daring,
Built by children, with love and care,
For playing games, and climbing stairs.
They had swings and slides, and a rope to swing,
A lookout post, and everything,
But then one day, while they played and laughed,
They saw a goblin, deep in his craft.
The goblin had eyes that glinted with glee,
He was up to something, the children could see,
He grinned and giggled, with mischief in mind,
And the children knew, they had to be kind.