The Statue

 On a stone chair in the marketplace

Sits a stone gentleman with a stone face

He is great, he is a good, he is old

As old how many years I've not been told

Great things he did a great while ago

And what they were I don't know

But solemn and sad is his great square face

Day after day he sits just so

With some foreign Tongue below

One hand he rests on his knee

With the other hand, he points to me

Oh, why does he look at me in just that way?

I am afraid to go and afraid to stay

Stone gentleman what have you got to stay