In my fort in the trees,
In between, I see everything.
And so, it seems,
My Father loves my Mother
More than you could ever know.
Such sweet song She sings;
The gifts He brings.
How happy a home could be.
Deep in the night She whispers:
“The Heart’s the stars, alight tonight
In Beauty’s summer wings,”
And in that moment, for once in His life
He couldn’t remember a thing.