Standing here all alone, in middle of the field
Vast as the eye can see, it's early in the growth
Seeing these early signs of cultivating troth
Economical sense of this virgin's field wield

Hopeful for a return for all of this hard work
The farmer carries on and chases birds away
They might be innocent but can ruin his pay
Dangerous to his crops so he smiles with a smirk

He constructs a scarecrow to keep the birds at bay
Frightening as it seems, they head to other side
So a second one is built, but it's so vast and wide

And a third, and a fourth, till the farmer's payday
His profits just vanished in these scaring models
Completing his harvest to break even morals