I'm just a scarecrow, nothing more
A funny fella made of straw
I look forlorn and wretched poor,
but I uphold the orchard's law
No crow will feast upon man's land,
while I hang from the hitchin' post
I admit no brawn, but staunch I stand
to while the hours as harvest ghost
I have no heart, no brain, no legs
My hat is not of dappers style
Unshaved I am with haggard dregs
But still I wear a cheerful smile
Ah, but all I do is hang around
to scare the crows and feel the sun
When the night creeps upon the ground
I feel so lonely, for ladies shun
Your life is easy, filled with joy
Mine is without a mate to dance
But I'm a scarecrow, not man, nor boy
Would a straw beauty take the chance?
I think I shall find the magic road
of yellow brick, when the season's gone
Then ask the wizard for grace like toads
To be kissed, then real, then not alone
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