Fenton Fallworthy was a scarecrow.
So he hung around, had no place to go.
Liked to imagine he was scary indeed.
Yet all the birds kept eating his seed.
Then he made the angriest face of all.
A scarier one, I cannot recall.
It did not work. They would not flee.
They laughed from top the apple tree.
He waved his legs when breezes blew.
One stormy day, he lost his shoe.
What a nightmare was his job.
It wasn’t right that he got robbed.
Then he tried a brand new style.
He wore the biggest, brightest smile.
The crows were rattled, wondered why?
They didn’t trust this happy guy.
“A trick must be upon his mind.”
“Let’s go along, a new place find.”
He giggled ’til his straw poked out.
“Worried birds don’t hang about.”
If you find some trouble, we all do.
A cunning smile may work for you.