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Wave to me as you drive past I’m so lonely on my own

I have no one to talk to and I am far away from home

My old suit is torn and tattered and my shirt is thin and bare

And I have a floppy hat on my head to cover my straw like hair

And the wellies on my feet have seen better days

And my mangled face is brown from the sun tanning rays

My body is made from potato sacks stuffed with new mown hay

And a wooden cross fixed to my back so I can’t blow away

I am driven deeply in the soil and fixed firmly in the ground

In the centre of a large corn field so I can look around

My arms are outstretched wide and I have odd gloves on my hands

And my grubby trousers are held up by large elastic bands

But I am getting fed up and wish I was back where I was born

In the large barn in the farmyard next to the stack of corn

I Don’t frighten the birds no more they just take me for granted

They still fly down and peck up the corn that the farmer has planted

So I just stand here all alone and no one seems to care

And the crows sit on my shoulders and the small birds pull my hair

So please when you see me standing here give me a wave and a smile

This will make me very happy and my lonely job worthwhile

Bill Estall 2000