Orman Osgood just stands there
Every day in our town square
Orman Osgood stands and waits
At the blue grey iron gates
Orman Osgood never speaks
Never sings or shouts or shrieks
Orman Osgood stands and stares
As life goes by in this town square
Orman Osgood looks through the bars
Through the gate into the yard
There’s nothing there for him to see
Or is something hidden from you and me?
What is he waiting for? Why is he there?
Day after day in our town square
Never seems to go home at night
Still standing there at dawn’s first light
Orman Osgood’s talked about,
Argued over, day in, day out,
Orman Osgood’s always news
In the absence of any clues
Orman Osgood is photographed
Phones held high as tourists laugh
Orman Osgood never reacts
To the circus that he attracts
Orman Osgood still stands there
Every day in our town square
Orman Osgood stands and waits
At the blue grey iron gates