Scarecrow Poems and Songs


The Scarecrow
Scarecrow standing in the field
On a bright and sunny day
Don't forget to do your job
Scare the hungry crows away!



The Scarecrow Song
I'm a raggle-taggle scarecrow
And to a stick I'm tied
I'm the guardian of the garden
A job I do with pride! 

My jeans are torn and tattered
My body stuffed with hay
I flip and flop and flap around
And scare the crows away!

 
Two Little Crows
Two little crows
All dressed in black
One named Jimmy
The other one, Jack.
All day long 
The corn they would eat
In Old McDonald's
Field so neat.
They ate that corn
Until one day,
Mac got a scarecrow
And shooed them away!
There went Jimmy!
There went Jack!
They flew right off
And never came back!


The Scarecrow's Problem
A black crow landed on the scarecrow's head.
"You can't scare me!," the old crow said.
Down from the sky another crow flew.
"Hmm," thought the scarecrow, "I'm balancing two!"
Another crow sat on the other knee.
"Wow!" went the scarecrow. "Symmetry!"
Crow number five gave the others a nod.
And the scarecrow said, "That is odd!"
The sixth spied a spot on the other side.
"Now," said the scarecrow, "the two halves are tied!"
The seventh flew down and knocked him askew.
Number eight made it even-and he said, "Thank you!"
The scarecrow really tilted when the ninth crow came.
The tenth crow's arrival made the two sided the same.
"This is the life!", the scarecrow said,
Friends all around from my toes to my head!"
Then the straw in his nose caused the scarecrow to sneeze.
Away flew the crow from his head to his knees.
"Ahh," sighed the scarecrow, "when all is said and done,
There's something to be said, for now there are none!"
~D. Cooper


Five Stuffed Scarecrows
Five Stuffed Scarecrows in the corn rows,
The first one said, "Go away, crows!"
The second one said, "I am very small,"
The third one said, "I am standing tall."
The fourth one said, "On my head I wear a hat."
The fifth one said, By me feet runs a cat."
Five stuffed scarecrows in the corn rows,
Moving left and right as the autumn wind blows.


Scarecrow, Scarecrow
Scarecrow, scarecrow, what do you see,
Alone at night by the old oak tree?
A ghost and a jack-o-lantern,
That's what he sees,
Alone at night by the old oak tree.
***Repeat, letting your children substitute other Halloween 
words for ghost,
pumpkin

I could while away the hours
Conferring with the flowers
Consulting with the rain.
And my head I'd be a-scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain.

I'd unravel every riddle
For any individdle
In trouble or in pain
With the thoughts I'd be a-thinkin'
I could be another Lincoln
If I only had a brain.

Oh I could tell you why
The ocean's near the shore
I could think of things I'd never thunk before
And then I'd sit, and think some more.

I would not be just a nothin'
My head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain
I would laugh and I'd be merry
Life would be a dinglederry
If I only had a brain.

From one of my favorite movies, "The Wizard of Oz"
Writer: Harold Arlen, E.Y. Harburg



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