If I build it, who'll come?

This week I embarked on one of the handyman projects. I will attempt to box in my sons' playhouse in a mulch bed so it will be up out of the grass and give them a softer and better defined play zone. Easier for me or my wife to mow around also. I'm no Frank Lloyd Wright. I am no master builder. I am what is affectionately called a "slap it together" type.
So when I'm done, I wonder if the boys will like it? Will the mulch bed become their new pretended Seven Seas as they ride their imaginary pirate ship playhouse (which is equiped with a ship's wheel and telescope) to distant shores? Unlike Ray Kinsella, I hear no voices in my backyard and have no visions of a returning Blackbeard delighting in the thrill of the mulch with an hearty "Arr-Arr-Arrgh!"
But I must build it anyway. Maybe I'll get'er done soon!