My Mother-In-Laws Job

My mother-in-law has a job And it's very important, indeed It takes a special kind Or is it special breed? The job she does is necessary To everyone who eats She has the market cornered For no one else competes She's kinda like a security guard Tho, she never makes much money She does her job, rain or shine But prefers it to be sunny She doesn't really like it much And, sometimes, she wants to quit But I'll always just remind her That no one else can do it She just hates the funny hat And the clothes we make her wear We tell her it's part of her job But she doesn't seem to care She says It feels like prison But she'll never get a pardon For she's the best we've ever found To be the scarecrow in our garden