A man of words and not of deeds,

It’s like a garden full of weeds.

And when the weeds begin to grow,

It’s like a garden full of snow.

And when the snow begins to fall,

It’s like a bird upon a wall.

And when the bird away does fly,

It’s like an eagle in the sky.

And when the sky begins to roar,

It’s like a lion at the door.

And when the door begins to crack,

It’s like a stick across your back.

And when your back begins to smart,

It’s like a penknife in your heart.

And when your hart begins to bleed,

You’re dead…and dead…

Ans dead indeed!