My Friend Is Free

With a stareless stare I glared A hessian head with a stitched mouth Button eyes creepy but kind Round but bulgy, lumpily stuffed An old shirt covered my back As the sun beat down on me since dawn’s crack My arms flappily held out to sides Showing east and west on the green field’s rind Only one leg I had beneath On which I stood patiently Planted deep into the soil Where the farmers farmerly toil And on my shoulder my friend was perched Squawking harshly at sun’s rays first Saying hi to me ev’ry day For a quick chat – never long to stay My only friend was my enemy The one that came and sat down with me The one I was supposed to scare away Was the one I wished would rather stay And as my old hat flapped about The farmer would quite unkindly shout At my friend that would sit down by me Then my friend flew away – forever free