The Scarecrow

The black and green scarecrow
as everyone knows

Stood 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 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