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Mr.Straw sings a song As the wind goes circling by. His arms outstretched in welcome To whoever might pass his way. Mr.Straw's been there many years, There's still something in his eye that knows. No one's ever tried to move him 'Cause no one ever can. The bones they've found around his ground Are nothing short of mystical; From mice to chickens, and cats and dogs, Once even....well no one's really sure, But the Femur seemed to match real good The farm's proprietor. He died some crazy death is all they said. His son of three said he heard him Screaming in the field that night; Said he went to see if old Mr.Straw man Was standing up all right. That's the last he was seen Then they found that bone... No one's really sure. Strange thing is No one lived within 30 miles of there Except maybe Mr.Straw, Who's been there quite awhile. Now I know it might seem crazy To think a scarecrow caused my brother's death, He said he'd seen him move around And that he'd swear to this. He said sometimes at night He'd see him walk around, There's never once been any corn Planted in that ground. It never was a farm 'Til my brother bought the place, Mr.Straw was always there, He sometimes seemed to sing. I guess that song's what called him out, No one's really sure. Now I raise my nephew Who turned thirteen last week, There's still something in his eye that knows! |