Wait until the sun goes down
The scarecrow could hardly wait until the sun went down
He would climb off his post and twirl around and around
The corn stalks loved watching the pumpkin-head dance
He trotted and marched, and then did kind of a prance
But before The Browns, his farmers, woke up for the day
He climbed back on the post and proceeded to stay
He figured they might have heart attacks if they were to see
The dancing diva scarecrow swirling wild and free
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