The scarecrow is a scarey crow
Who guards a private patch
Waiting for a trespassing
Little girl to snatch
Spitting soil into her mouth
His twiggy fingers scratch
Pulls her down on to the ground
As circling birdies watch
Drags her to his hidey-hole
And opens up the hatch
Throws her to the crawlies
Then double locks the latch
The scarecrow is a scarey crow
Always out to catch
Juicy bits of compost
To feed his cabbage patch
So don’t go where the scarecrows are
Don’t go there, Don’t go there
Don’t go where the scarecrows are
Don’t go, Don’t go…
Don’t go where the scarecrows are
Don’t go there, Don’t go there
Don’t go where the scarecrows are
Don’t go…