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.