Scarecrow

The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat ans 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