Scarecrow - Rx

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