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The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows,

Stood with a bird on his hat, and straw every where

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...