Scarecrow

Scarecrow, scarecrow, out in the field He's made out of straw, and you know he's not real But the crows won't come near, now that doesn't seem right Just you wait 'til the stroke of midnight He moves one arm, he moves the other arm He moves one leg, he moves the other leg He shakes his head all around, and he wiggles his toes Then it's 1, 2, 3, and away He goes! Scarecrow, scarecrow, running so fast Scarecrow running forward and back Well he runs to the left, then he runs to the right He runs and runs 'til he sees daylight Then it's back to the field because he knows He'll move no more when the rooster crows Scarecrow, scarecrow Scarecrow, scarecrow Scarecrow, scarecrow, out in the corn Why are your clothes so tattered and torn When you can't move an inch, now that doesn't seem right But now we know what you do at midnight You move one arm, you move the other arm You move one leg, you move the other leg You shake your head all around, and you wiggle your toes Then it's 1, 2, 3, and away You GO!