Scarecrow

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