The Unscary Scarecrow

My scarecrow could not scare the crows;

he could not scare a fly;

infact the crows would peck his nose

and poke him in the eye

They'd laugh at him and call him things

like "Dumb old straw for brains".

Meanwhile the crows would live like kings

pecking on fields of grain.

But it hurt the poor scarecrow's pride

when those birds laughed and jeered.

His poor hay heart would ache inside

and he'd weep scarecrow tears.

But then, one day, a fairy fond

of helping those in strife

tapped him with her bright fairy wand

and it brought him to life.

Then leaping to his feet of straw;

waving his hands of hay;

the scarecrow ran about and roared,

scaring those crows away.

Now we're rid of those feathered pests,

he plays with boys and girls

and they say he's the happiest

scarecrow in all the world.