Scarecrow

Planted next to berry groves
Is the little scarecrow
Watching o'er the fruity troves
Keeping guard o'er every row
From the pirate fowl

Dressed in ragged overalls
Straw hat and leaky boots
Fending sun and stormy squalls
Whilst watching treasured fruits
But no winter shawl

When the harvest comes
And children pick the berries
Leaving no stones or crumbs
To guard. No berry tarries
When tiny stomachs growl

Nothing more to guard this year
So to sleep the scarecrow
And perhaps very near
Watching again he'll go
Ne'er to throw in his towel



God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey