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Washington And His Hatchet Post by :daimon21 Category :Poems Author :Edward Eggleston Date :February 2011 Read :3397

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Washington And His Hatchet

It was Ar-bor Day in the Mos-sy Hill School, Johnny Little-john had to speak a piece that had some-thing to do with trees. He thought it would be a good plan to say some-thing about the little cherry tree that Washington spoiled with his hatch-et, when he was a little boy. This is what he said:

He had a hatch-et--little George--
A hatch-et bright and new,
And sharp enough to cut a stick--
A little stick--in two.

He hacked and whacked and whacked and hacked,
This sturd-y little man;
He hacked a log and hacked a fence,
As round about he ran.

He hacked his father's cher-ry tree
And made an ug-ly spot;
The bark was soft, the hatch-et sharp,
And little George forgot.

You know the rest. The father frowned
And asked the rea-son why;
You know the good old story runs
He could not tell a lie.

The boy that chopped that cher-ry tree
Soon grew to be a youth;
At work and books he hacked away,
And still he told the truth:

The youth became a fa-mous man,
Above six feet in height,
And when he had good work to do
He hacked with all his might.

He fought the ar-mies that the king
Had sent across the sea;
He bat-tled up and down the land
To set his country free.

For seven long years he, hacked and whacked
With all his might and main
Until the Brit-ish sailed away
And did not come again.

(The end)
Edward Eggleston's poem: Washington And His Hatchet

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