like a stick across your back

  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.
"A man of words and not of deeds" from mothergoose