A scarecrow stood in a field one day, Stuffed with straw, Stuffed with hay; He watched the folk on the King's Highway; But never a word said he.
A little grey mouse had made it's nest, Oh, so wee! Oh, so grey! In the sleeve of a coat that was poor Tom's best But the scarecrow naught said he.
Ragged old man, I love him well, Stuffed with straw, Stuffed with hay, Many's the tale that he could tell, But never a word says he.
HELMUNT FALK, 2B