O all you little blackey tops,
Pray don't you eat my father's crops,
While I lie down to take a nap.
Shua O! Shua O!
If father he perchance should come,
With his cocked hat and his long gun,
Then you must fly and I must run.
Shua O! Shua O!
The Scarecrow
Walter Crane
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Poem topics: pray, long, father, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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