The Magic Apple Tree

In my wild and untamed garden
Lives a great big beautiful tree
It has bark all rough and hairy
With insects creeping through
To reach it is real difficult it's super hard to find
For it's in the very middle of a scratchy bramble patch
And last time that I went there
Just after I'd had my tea
I found a deep dark secret especially for me
A tiny wooden door, painted in apple green
A door to other worlds
Of travels to be sure
So I've packed a little picnic to help me on my way
My toothbrush and my nightie
To wear while I'm away
So if you do not hear from me
Don't worry all good friends
For I'll send you a lovely postcard and wish that you were me