He slumps down the corn field
Ragged and Ripped
Torn and Miserable
With a stitched frown on his face
Long twisting straw pouring from under his tall Ragged Hat
How can he know Love?
How can he understand what love is?
No one can love a Scarecrow
The straw and ragged cloths are not soft to be held
The painted faced and stitched frown to not invite love
Is there a heart in there?
Let's tear him open
Let's find out
My My...
It seems he had something
but it seems the threading has been torn apart
Ripped and Stripped
Looks like he did have emotions in there
Well, no matter
We can all Love a Scarecrow
But not one Ripped apart
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