The black and green scarecrow As ev'ryone knows Stood with a bird on his hat Ans 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.