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All alone in the field	A
Stands John S Crow	B
And a curious sight is he	C
With his head of tow	B
And a hat pulled low	B
On a face that you never see	C
	-
His clothes are ragged	D
And horrid and old	E
The worst that ever were worn	F
They're covered with mold	E
And in each fold	E
A terrible rent is torn	F
	-
They once were new	G
And spick and span	H
As nice as clothes could be	C
For though John hardly can	H
Be called a man	H
They were made for men you see	C
	-
That old blue coat	I
With a double breast	J
And a brass button here and there	K
Was grandfather's best	J
And matches the vest	J
The one Uncle Phil used to wear	K
	-
The trousers are short	L
They belonged to Bob	M
Before he had got his growth	N
But John's no snob	M
And unlike Bob	M
Cuts his legs to the length of his cloth	O
	-
The boots are a mystery	C
How and where	K
John got such a shabby lot	P
Such a shocking pair	K
I do declare	K
Though he may know I do not	P
	-
But the hat that he wears	Q
Is the worst of all	R
I wonder that John keeps it on	S
It once was tall	R
But now it is small	R
Like a closed accordeon	S
	-
But a steady old chap	T
Is John S Crow	B
And for months has stood at his post	U
For corn you know	B
Takes time to grow	B
And 'tis long between seed and roast	U
	-
And it had to be watched	V
And guarded with care	K
From the time it was put in the ground	W
For over there	K
And everywhere	K
Sad thieves were waiting around	W
	-
Sad thieves in black	X
A cowardly set	Y
Who waited for John to be gone	S
That they might get	Y
A chance to upset	Y
The plans of the planter of corn	S
	-
They were no kin to John	S
Though they bore his name	Z
And belonged to the family Crow	B
He'd scorn to claim	Z
Any part of the fame	Z
That is theirs wherever you go	B
	-
So he has stuck to the field	A
And watched the corn	S
And been watched by the crows from the hill	A2
Till at length they're gone	S
And so is the corn	S
They away and it to the mill	A2
	-
Now the work is done	S
And it's time for play	B2
For which John is glad I know	B
For though made of hay	B2
If he could he would say	B2
It's stupid to be a scarecrow	B
	-
But though it is stupid	D
And though it is slow	B
To fill such an humble position	S
To be a good scarecrow	B
Is better I know	B
Than to scorn a lowly condition	S

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