The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows  Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.  He didn't care.  He stood in a field where barley grows.  His head did no thinking  His arms didn't move except then 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.