text: 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 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