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 when the wind cut up

About his head and mice spun 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