The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows Stood with a bird on his hat and swore 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 and mice ran Around on the ground He stood in a field where barley grows The black and green scarecrow was 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 |
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