Stanley the Scarecrow

In a little old farm, where the sun always shines There lived a scarecrow named Stanley, he was one of a kind With a straw for a head and some clothes stuffed with hay He kept the farm safe, scaring crows away He'd stand tall in the field, with a smile on his face And whenever the crows tried to come near the place He'd wave his arms and shout, "Hey, you better get lost!" Those crows would fly away, they were scared of Stanley's ghost Scary Stanley, he's the king of the field No crow could stand his scare, they all had to yield With his straw hat and coat, he's the farmer's best friend Scaring away the crows from sunrise to sunset