I saw that scarecrow and I froze.

Didn’t move, didn’t blink–I just stared.

Wasn’t scared, just confused; I’m no crow.

And I think he knows.

Got sacked by that smile–the suture–

that’s his grin–

I’d bet he really wants to let that go.

And I don’t even know,

exactly what you’re growing out there

But I just know,

I’d better avoid your fields.

I’m no crow–I don’t get it–I don’t.

But that scarecrow.

I think he knows.