Oh, Jelly Bean colossus,
Landmark of our city,
Kids have picked away your technicolor coat
And now they've had to cordon you off.
I was disappointed to find you were not
A Jelly Bean colossus through and through,
Beneath your coat, you are just plastic,
And little scabs of glue
And you taste disgusting too.
And now there is a man,
Whose job it is,
To watch you all the live long day,
And shout at all the tiny people
Who try and take your Jelly Beans away.
I wonder what he thinks about,
Custodian of the Bull,
I wonder if he loves or hates you,
Or thinks of you at all.
It's interesting that each new morning,
Your coat has been repaired,
Because that means there is a person,
Who carries the unusual burden,
That once the shopping day is done,
And Birmingham has been abandoned
To the setting sun
Who, once the shopping centre's closed,
Sits down with Jelly Beans and glue,
And tends, and loves and cares for you,
And slowly sews a new bean coat,
To make you beautiful.
I wonder what he's getting paid.
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