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What do you do when you’re made and not born?
What do you think when you’re feeling forlorn?
     When they tell you to stand in a field every day
     And frighten your friends, the birds, all away?

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They stuffed me with straw; I’ve a hat on my head,
But I’d like to be playing with children instead.
    They gave me some eyes and a smile on my face,
     But I’d much rather be in some faraway place.

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A field full of corn can be lonely all day.
Do you think I feel happy propped up in this way?
     I’m not really frightening - well crows say I’m not -
     And the sun’s shining down.  I’m so tired and so hot.

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I’m here too at night when you’re tucked up in bed.
You’ve a warm cosy home and I’m sure you’re well fed.
     My company here are the owls and the bats
     And they’re much too busy to stop for a chat.

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When your curtains are drawn and your light is turned out;
The rain’s pouring down and there’s no-one about -
     Remember this scarecrow and think of my plight 
     As I wish all you children a very good night!

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