The black and green scarecrow
that everyone knows
stood with a bird on his head
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
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