You know, it’s windy today! It feels so cold!
Autumn’s leaves surround me in Red, Bronze and Gold,
and I stand here today, lofted high in the air…
on a city fathers’ head – Does anybody care?
I look out for the public, round the holes I can see
but those public around, are looking at me!
As I help change a noble to a lollipop man,
When they made me at the factory – was that the plan?
And people who elevated me, having taken their chance
round the statue they laugh, sing and dance.
As Important men from the city pass by with a stare
I balance on the statue in the cold air.
The Inkwell 