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A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds;

And when the weed 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 across 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.

Mother Goose Rhyme