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The crops were there, lush and green
Standing there with a look serene
The scarecrow in the middle of the field
Blessing the farmer with a good crop yield
Had he not been there with his hands spread wide
Nor would the mountains be enchanting at his side
No doubt he creates a stir amongst sparrows and crows
No wonder they are scared of his long nose and black brows
The feathered flock are really scared to be near him
They dare not to the crop touch or trim
Though stuffed with straw and hay inside
The hunger of the birds it can still subside
Fear they this battered beast
Who scares them from their lavish feast
The wind whistles and he whistles along
The corn rustles and he rustles along
In total harmony with nature around
Elusive of dangers lurking around
For he knows, no one can bring him any harm
In cold freezing winters he can stay warm
May it be rain sleet or hail
Through all dangers he would sail
May it be the hot scorching sun
But he has no need to run
He stands guard upon the farmers crop
Lest from the sky should any intentional friend drop
He knows he would be rightly rewarded
At the end of the season when the farmer is awarded
With a yield high and without care
He would have lots of chaff and lots to spare
The scarecrow knows he would be stuffed again
And adorned with clothes bought in bargain
So happily he does his work
And does not let any feathered friend to nearby lurk.
-Marisha
'94