Scarecrow

The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.
He didnЂ™t care.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
His head did no thinking
His arms didnЂ™t move except then 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 heЂ™s resigned to his fate
Ђ™cause lifeЂ™s not unkind — he doesnЂ™t mind.
He stood in a field where barley grows.