The Stonegate Devil
Nigel Beeton
The Stonegate Devil
In Stonegate sits a devil, red,
Not far from the Minster of York,
He’s been there a while, but you may see him smile,
Or almost imagine him talk.
In Stonegate sits a devil, red,
His eyes with humour aglow,
As he looks from his height at the shoppers who fight
Through the crowded street down below.
In Stonegate sits a devil, red,
And why that devilish grin?
Cos he sits on his perch, and knows that the church
Has very few people within.
In Stonegate sits a devil, red,
Who laughs as he sits on his rest,
The source of his mirth? That the feast of Christ’s birth
Is now just a massive shopfest.
By Nigel Beeton