A man of words and not of deeds 
Is 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 the 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 upon your back; 
And when your back begins to smart,
It's like a penknife in your heart;
And when your heart begins to bleed,
You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.