martedì, luglio 11, 2006

the scarecrow

The black and green scarecrow - as everyone knows
stood with a bird on his hat
and swore 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-a-pup and mice ran around on the ground)

he stood in a field
where barley grows

The black and green scarecrow
was 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

(violini)

1 commento:

  1. e grazie anche per il post su polaroid, mi ha fatto molto piacere.
    adesso non aspettare altri due anni.

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