Had to remember that one....

[Vera]

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, you're dead, and dead indeed.

[The Dodger]

War die letzte Zeile nicht
"It's red and red and red, indeed"


Und was ist mit der "Other Version"? Die fand ich fast (noch) besser...

[Vera]

Lange Version:

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 melt
It's like a garden full of felt,
And when the felt begins to peel
It's like a garden full of steel,
And when the steel begins to rust
It's like a garden full of dust,
And when the dust begins to fly,
It's like an eagle in the sky,
And when the sky begins to roar,
It's like a lion at your 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 whip across your heart,
And when your heart begins to fail,
It's like a ship without a sail,
And when the sail begins to sink,
It's like a bottle full of ink,
And when the ink begins to write,
It makes the page all black and white.

Ella hat diesen Zettel mit nach Hause genommen und in ihr Zimmer gehängt. In den letzten paar Tagen konntet ihr manchmal sehen wie sie dieses Gedicht anstarrte während aus ihrer Stereoanlage laut Vivaldis "Winter" klang.

[The Dodger]

Ah danke... das Gedicht hat einfach was...