Keeper of the Crop
In the middle of the field
The lonesome figure stood,
Wearing a jacket stuffed with straw
And a body framed from wood.
On his head a tattered cap
And his face, it bears no features
There alone, arms outstretched
A strange and forlorn creature.
His only job, to scare the birds
He's the keeper of the crop,
So there he stands, vigilant,
Rooted to his plot.
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