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Barrett The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere He didn`t care.... He stood in a field where barley grows. His head did no thinking his arms didn`t move Except when the wind cut up rough And mice ran around on the ground He stood in a field where barley grows The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me But now he`s resigned to his fate `Cause life`s not unkind He doesn`t mind He stood in a field where barley grows. |