If I spoke to you about your heroes,
You would soon come to despise those
For every person you look at through visions of glory
Will fall short of the story
What could you say to the young Washington,
So brave to tell no lie,
Yet lie it is to say he was the reason
Father's cherry tree did die
Do you break his hero's charm,
Or would it do him more harm,
To know a lesson on the truth
Is itself a lie?
