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
then 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
