Night of the Living Dave (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} obliterati) wrote, |
The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.
He didnt 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 doesnt mind.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.
He didnt 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 doesnt mind.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
