I Live In a Forest Tree House
I live in a forest treehouse the tiny man said.
Speckled duck called him a liar, his face turned all red.
I think he is telling the truth said an eater of bread.
freshly baked dough coming out of his mouth was hot as lead.
I want to see your place yelled old Grandpa Fred.
I do too agreed his twin brother, old Ned.
Follow me down this hidden path the tiny man said.
Speckled duck rapidly apologized; his name is young Ted.
You have to think before you speak reminded his dad Ed.
the tiny man accepted duck’s apology; because he is well-bred.
We all complimented the tiny man on his pretty homestead.
Everyone agreed it was a glorious spot including Grandpa Fred.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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