Every morning i get restuffed with hay and set up again
After my stuffing, I have to stand really tall
And yet I feel small
But who would take my word For I am a play toy for the birds
Who try to get by to get the corn I guard
Then they cheep, squawk, and fly at me
Until I scream, they all go flying North, South, East, West
Which ever way is the best
But I don't care because the sun comes down soon I can have some rest
So I will be ready for the next days challange
I am a scarecrow
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