• A man of words and not of deeds
    Is like a garden full of weeds,
    And when the weeds begin to grow,
    Its like a garden full of snow,
    And when the snow begins to fall,
    Its like a bird upon the wall,
    And when the bird away does fly,
    Its like an eagle in the sky,
    And when the sky begins to roar,
    Its like a lion at the door,
    And when the door begins to crack,
    Its like a stick across your back,
    And when your back begins to smart,
    Its like a penknife in your heart,
    And when your heart begins to bleed,
    You're dead,You're dead',You're dead indeed.