Out in the field at the break of day
Body of straw, and hair of hay
Pole down back and stuck in clay
Supposed to scare the birds away
grass grown right up past the feet
positioned were the crossroads meet
arms stretched wide across the sky
A mouse in pocket, keeping dry
"I’ve been here for fifty years
and no-one ever dries my tears,
The birds all laugh and make fun of me
And never, ever let me be"
"I’ve never left this horrid place
never saw another face
never even sat on a chair
Oh, life is really so unfair "
"But wait, the farmer lifts me down
Will he take me into town?
Or at least to somewhere nice and warm
To keep me dry from the coming storm"
"Oh this is great, I’m in the farm,
Warm as toast and free from harm
After all this time at last I’m free
A life to live, a world to see"
"Its ok Farmer, I’m close enough
Please, no closer. Those flames look rough
If you don’t stop pushing I ll be to near
And my straw will sizzle and my hay will sear
"Oh damn, I think I’ve worked it out
Oh yes I know without a doubt
iust when I thought life was getting higher
The Farmer’s thrown me in the Fire!