Monday, March 28, 2005

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!

Taken from the Helen Oxenbury Nursury Rhyme Book. For more information, check this out. (I couldn't find anything with more history, etc.)


We're recording again tomorrow. Hourra!



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