I met a traveller from Sutton Coldfield,
Who said, "A massive artisan bull
Stands in New Street Station,
And near it, about to cut some tape,
A half-sunk visage waits,
Whose wrinkled lip and Gary Oldman glasses
Look up towards the lifeless thing,
With a half-mocking hand, ready to declare,
'My name is Ozzy, man, King of Birmingham
Look on my works ye mighty and despair!'
All gathered closer to the colossal wreck
Whose nose did steam and eyes did glare.
'Sorry I cor stay long', the man did say
'There's a sunbed waiting for me in Tampa Bay!'"