XxXx The Scarecrow xXxX
The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere. He didnt care. He stood in a field where barley grows.
His head did no thinking His arms didnt 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 hes resigned to his fate cause lifes not unkind - he doesnt mind. He stood in a field where barley grows. |
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