Steadfast and proud, he stands alone,
On guard against his foes.
His arms are stiff, his head is light,
He cannot feel his toes.
His clothes are worn and ragged,
But he doesn't seem to fret,
Just keeps a constant vigil,
Looking out for signs of threat.
He never will be conquered
Nor ever will he yield.
For he's a valiant scarecrow -
A man outstanding in his field!
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