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 barly grows
His head did no thinking, his arms didn´t move
exept when the wind cut-a-pup 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 resined to his fate ´cause life´s not
unkind, he doesn´t mind
he stood in a field where barley grows