THE SCARED SCARECROW
So glad to see you. Please don’t go.
You see, I’m feeling very low
and scared. And as you know
I’m meant to do the scaring. So
perhaps it’s not the job for me.
But what else is there? Honestly.
There’s not much opportunity
for one with my mentality.
It seems ungrateful to complain.
I love the sunshine, love the rain
but the job description made it plain:
I MUST SCARE CROWS… or, once again
I’m unemployed. BUT!... Crows!
You see this damage to my nose?
You see my short supply of toes
and fingers? Do you suppose
that little tell-tale signs like these
are outcomes that could ever please
a worried farmer? And when he sees
these ravaged rows of beans and peas
I’m done for. Down the drain.
A reject. On the dole again.
I’d like to work….. I would re-train…..
IF I only had a brain.