I'm going where nobody knows,
To a place far away from my worries and my woes,
Escape for a day, in the trees so I can play
In a house made of sticks, on a branch in the shade.

Frisbees and kites galore
Cover the roof from summers before,
Up high, near the sky,
I can laugh, I can dance, if you fall, you will die.

This is my treehouse! No girls allowed!
I just hope to [bad word] the wind don't blow me down.
This is a fort of sorts,
I made it myself from odds and sods.

Camouflaged by twigs and leaves,
My secret den you cannot see.
From up above you look like ants,
While I eat sweets and [bad word] 

This is my treehouse! No girls allowed!
I just hope to [bad word] the wind don't blow me down.
This is my treehouse! No girls allowed!
I just hope to [bad word] the wind don't blow me down.