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Scare crow in a punkin' patch

way down in the field

I can't say a single wword

because my lips are sealed

The farmer put me here last spring

to scare the crows away

I shake and rattle in the wind

each and every day

I have an old black hat to top of my head

and two big green button eyes

my coat is plaid and ragged

I really ain't no prize

I stand here in the spring time

and in the wintwrs snow

I stand here in a summer shower

and when autumn breezes blow

But my lot in life is not so bad

it could really be much worse

I could be picked for punkin' pies

or simply rot or burst

But I'm here to do my duty

out here in this punkin' place

so I have to keep a painted smile

upon my scarecrow face

There's a bird nest in one pocket

and a long rip in my pant's

and I'm bound to live my life out here

standing in this scare crow stance

Scare crow in the punkin' patch

doin' mighty fine

and I feel richer than a king today

for every golden punkin's mine