I Used To Know This Old Scarecrow

He Was My Song

My Joy And Sorrow,

Cast Alone Between The Furrows

Of A Field No Longer Sown By Anyone.

I Held A Dandelion

That Said The Time Had Come

To Leave Upon The Wind

Not To Return

When Summer Burned The Earth Again.



Cultivate The Freshest Flower

This Garden Ever Grew,

Beneath These Branches

I Once Wrote Such Childish Words For You.

But That`s Okay,

There`s Treasure Children Always Seek To Find,

And Just Like Us

You Must Have Had

A Once A Upon A Time.