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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 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
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