By Anonymous

There was a man of double deed,
Who sowed his garden full of seed;

When the seed began to grow,
'Twas like a garden full of snow;

When the snow began to melt,
'Twas like a ship without a belt;

When the ship began to sail,
'Twas like a bird without a tail;

When the bird began to fly,
'Twas like an eagle in the sky;

When the sky began to roar,
'Twas like a lion at my door;

When my door began to crack,
'Twas like a stick across my back;

When my back began to smart,
'Twas like a penknife in my heart;

And when my heart began to bleed,
'Twas death, and death, and death indeed.