Безумные будни искусствоведа

Давно у нас не было волшебных стихов 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 belt; 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.