Hes not real

Hes not real

He stands in the center of the fields of corn
If he only could he would blow his horn
But hes just a scarecrow
He isn’t real
With no human flesh he cannot feel

His dirty clothes are raggy & torn
From blowing in the wind
Hes covered in corn
He stands eternal from dusk till dawn
Oh Mr Scarecrow
You cannot mourn

Just shake your body on a windy day
Make sure you chase the birds away
The farmer he needs the seeds to stay
Do what you want & do what you may

You are a scarecrow that brings such joy
To every girl & every boy
They love to see what you do wear
So you see our friend we really care