What do you do standing all alone
When there\'s nothing else to do?
After scaring all the crows away
It\'s not as if you can move!
Because it can\'t be that much fun
Being strapped against a pole
Waiting to talk to any one
You must feel quite alone
When you see cars racing by
Or people walking down the lane
Does it make you want to shout out loud \'Hey shall we play a game?!\'
And then there\'s the weather
You\'re in it every day
Well yes, I agree summer\'s alright
But then after autumn winter\'s on its way
It must get very lonely
And you never get any thanks
Farmer might come out occasionally
To maybe change your rags
But on the whole
It must be a depressing job
When all you get to do
Is to stare into oblivion
And hope the birds don\'t eat all the food
But now that I look at you
All scraggly and forlorn
There\'s a twinkle in your button eye
Reflected by the corn
The stitching in your sacky face
Forms a smile no one else can see
And if I\'m not very much mistaken
I\'m sure you just winked at me!
So now I\'m left here pondering
What it is you actually know
That keeps you up here everyday
Through wind and rain and snow
Because to me you seem a contented chap
Not a thing to feel sorry for
As if this happy circumstance
Was something that you adore
So if you don\'t mind some company
Everyday for an hour or more
I\'d like to come and stand next to you
I\'ll even bring a pole
And then maybe I can learn something
About why you stand at ease
And why this tiny bit of nature
Seems to bring you a sense of peace