The Haunted Treehouse
The Haunted Treehouse
In the middle of deep and dark jungle
In the bounty of sylvan green
There stands a Treehouse alone
Stripped naked, unclean
The roof had blown away with the wind
The walls had tumbled down
The paling now hanging lopsided
Moss covered and brown
Back in the days of glory,
When the hunters played their game,
The hunters are now hunted down
While it stands as a creature lame
An air of ghost surrounds it
In the sliver of lunar light
And the Treehouse still stands alone
Silent and quiet!