The Secret Place
Just behind the bushes Right beside the fence
Down low, close to the ground Where the branches are not dense
I found a place that I could crawl through To a spot where I could hide;
Only big enough for one High, but not too wide.
I found it quite by accident, While looking for a ball;
No one else knows it is there No one else at all
I go there to be secret I go there to be me;
I have a secret box in there That no one else can see.
I have a secret box in there That’s full of secret things
Like Valentines and special shells And my grandma’s sparkly rings.
I think it is a magic place Made for me alone;
For me to curl myself inside For me to call my own.
I think it is a magic place Where only I can be
I go there to be magic I go there to be me.