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Three versions of a traditional rhyme.
There was a man of Double Deed
Who sowed his garden full of seed
And when the seed began to grow
'Twas like a garden full of snow
And when the snow began to melt
'Twas like a ship without a belt
And when the ship began to sail
'Twas like a bird without a tail
and when the bird began to fly
'Twas like an eagle in the sky
And when the sky began to roar
'Twas like a lion at my door
And when my door began to crack
'Twas like a stick across my back
And 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.

There was a man of double deed
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 bell;
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 the door;
When the door began to crack,
'Twas like a stick across my back;
When my back began to smart,
'Twas like a penknife in my heart;
When my heart began to bleed,
'Twas death and death and death indeed.

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 fall,
Like birds it was upon the wall;
And when the birds began to fly,
`Twas like a shipwreck in the sky;
And when the sky began to crack,
`Twas like a stick upon my back;
And when my back began to smart,
`Twas like a penknife in my heart;
And when my heart began to bleed,
Then I was dead and dead indeed.

Current Mood: like a shipwreck in the sky

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