A Man of Words and Not Deeds

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 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.