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.