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