And all the weed begins 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 roor,
It's like a line at the door.
And when rhe door begins to crack,
It's like a stick across your back.
And when your back begins to smart,
It's like a pennknife in your heart.
And when your heart begins to blead,

You're dead and dead and dead inded....