My corn was getting ripe,
The crows were mean and bold.
I would have no harvest,
Because of what they stole.

So I made a scarecrow,
It was such a fearsome sight.
While it was in my garden,
None dared go there at night.

It certainly scared the crows,
And gave them cause to fear.
They even brought corn back
They stole from me last year!


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