There was a man who lived in Leeds

Who filled his garden full of seeds
And when those seeds began to grow
It was like a garden full of snow
And when that snow began to melt
It was like a ship without a belt
And when that ship began to sail
It was like a bird without a tail
And when that bird began to soar
It was like a lion at my door
And when the door began to crack
It was like a penknife in my back
And when my back began to bleed
I was dead, dead, dead indeed.
Alvin Schwartz