Poem by robert samber

  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 the 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 acroos 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,r dead and dead and dead indeed.

                                                                              (Charles Perrault 1628-1703)

                                                                                            Translated by Robert Samber