A man of words and not of 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.