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
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