Once, I drove down Honesty Lane,
All I could see was a dishonest face.
I knocked the doors of Honesty lane,
All I could hear was a dishonest Laugh.
I Looked thru the windows of Honesty Lane,
All I could see was a dishonest smile.
I drove down the winding ways,
To find of honesty a trace.
When I realised I drove to a dead end,
An old hag, my car window Knocked.
I asked her ‘where can I find Honesty?’
She did not answer,
Instead held up a mirror,
which reflected my own dishonest face.