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)
e grazie anche per il post su polaroid, mi ha fatto molto piacere.
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