Scarecrow
The black and green scarecrow as everyone knowsStood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.He didn't care.He stood in a field where barley grows.His head did no thinkingHis arms didn't move except then the wind cut upRough and mice ran around on the groundHe stood in a field where barley grows.The black and green scarecrow is sadder than meBut now he's resigned to his fate'Cause life's not unkind - he doesn't mind.He stood in a field where barley grows.