Georgie and the Hatchet

Georgie, Georgie, have a care
With your little hatchet;
If you cut that cherry tree
Then indeed you'll "catch it."

Georgie, I am deeply grieved,
For you've used your hatchet,
And have cut the cherry tree
So that none can patch it.

But Georgie, you have one fine trait
I wish we all might match it:
You really cannot tell a lie
About yourself or hatchet.

And Georgie, down the years'twill go,
The story of the hatchet,
And how you love the truth so well
You will not even stretch it.