Beware the eyes of the scarecrow
In that field of green and yellow
He moves not but he knows you

A shield of reanimated rags and a hat of straw
Staked in the middle of whirling wheat land jigsaw
Beware the eyes of the scarecrow

Sunken, rigged mask in funny hue
Birds flapping far from the voodoo
He moves not but he knows you

In petulant summers, in the aloof snow
He stays still, beholding every secret through
Beware the eyes of the scarecrow

The sandman woos the town into a sleepy slew—
Wood limbs brought to life, twitch in vile brew
He moves not but he knows you

There in that calm caverns an Orwellian show
Of deeper ends that only some gods know
Beware, beware the eyes of the scarecrows

**They move not but they see you