Jack's Treehouse

Cherry berry bubble bits
         Bumbled up in rhyme,
Come to where Jack's treehouse sits
         And clap for story time.

Today I'll play the poet,
         And you can be the bard.
Wise Jack, he helps us know it
         Can't really be so hard.

We shout a sweet-beet silly song
         And build a book of birds.
Jack waves his wand and sings along
         In flights of fluting words.

We'll hop tree top for story time;
         Silk ladders mark the way.
'Cause Writing.com will help us climb
         Where anyone can play.