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 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