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.
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