the scarecrow
The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere
He didn’t care
He stood in a field where barley grows
His head did no thinking
His arms didn’t move except when the wind cut up rough
And mice ran around on the ground
He stood in a field where barley grows
The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me
But now he’s resigned to his fate
‘Cause life’s not unkind – he doesn’t mind
He stood in a field where barley grows