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