The Scarecrow (Pink Floyd)

The black and green scarecrow, as everyone knows, stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere. He didn't care.... He stood in a field where barley grows. His head did no thinking, his arms didn't move, except when the wind cut up rough and mice ran around on the ground. He stood in a field where barley grows. The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me, but now he's resigned to his fate 'cause life's not unkind. He doesn't mind. He stood in a field where barley grows.