“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,
Youre dead, and dead, and dead indeed.”