Tell The Truth

When General Washington was young, About as large as I, He uever wouid permit his tongue To teil auseful lie. Once when he cut hls father's tree He owned it to his face, And Uien bis father arüently Clasped him iu his embrace. He told his son it pleased him more Por him to otra the truth Than il his trees were bending o'er Wlth gold and silver fruit And like this high and noble boy, Whose virtues highly shone, If I ray father's tree destroy, The truth t'll surely own.