Standing Here Alone

I am cold and I am wet and I am standing here alone I am cursed to wait forever watching everyone go home The days go past, and every night I am the last one here Perhaps it is a penance for the sins of yesteryear Advice I have for those who pass, they never seem to hear “Never cross a witch” I say “Or you too will stand here” I knew she was a nasty one, I made my best escape But she had other plans for me, this very jolly jape My body is of stone now, at least I’ll never die But it really is quite boring watching everyone go by What I did I am not sure, perhaps I’m just too tall But here I’ll stand until I know a pigeon pirch for all