A Husk

A bale of straw in human form
Seeming forlorn on a summer's day
He cursed the night that he was born
Spending the dawn 'til the dusk
A husk designed to scare away a crow

Humming at you
As he leers at the moon
Tiny eyed
He be too high

And the wind, a liar [x2]

To feel so lonesome in this field
Braving the wind and the rain of [?]
A bale of straw in human form
Looking forlorn on a winter's night
He cursed the day that he was born

Humming at you
As he leers at the moon
Tiny eyed
He be too high

And the wind, a liar [x4]