EVERY TIME I CLIMB A TREE

Every time I climb a tree,

Every time I climb a tree,

I feel the strong breeze

Brushing past my cheek

With every jump and every leap,

I go to the leaves’ heap

I gaze at the hills and animals yonder,

With a great sense of wonder

I wish nobody would cut a tree

Because it is the best binoculars I can see!

I look and look at the hills and animals

With a face so bright,

I will always remember these sights all right!