Scarecrow

Scarecrow, how is it that you and I are not that different?

I always stuff myself with straw.

When the wind picks up I twist into strange shapes.

I stand my ground when strange birds caw.

I have a funny hat and flannel shirt that itch my skin.

They're clothes that I don't want to live in.

When farmer John comes out and swings his rusty axe about

I'll be glad to fall to pieces.