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Scarecrow sippin' on a frozen straw
One leg missing but he's standing tall
Scratched his foot on a fishing hook
If you can't see scars take another look
Step a little bit closer you?re a bit too far
Left eye came from a candy jar
And he wonders what he's made of . . .
What everyone?s afraid of . . .
He?s a lonely fellow with the worst kind of luck
But he won't let you down when the wind gets rough
So bring a two step ladder and a handful of rain
He may be thirsty but he won't complain
Scarecrow listenin' to a passing plane
Can they be different if they sound the same?
Cowbell dangling on a tattered twine
Horseshoe grinning at the empty sky
Lost his fingers to a firefly
Holds position with a hanger wire