In Morning Dew

In morning dew the scarecrow combs his hair. In the morning light the scarecrow looks so spry, You know he had a good night’s sleep He’s now in a fitter state to spy On shouting monkeys and porcupine. He gets to see everything all the time, except his shadow which lazes about till the evening snuffs the fellow out
Whether he sees the seasons come and go is a thing you and I may never know. But busy as he is, he keeps an eye on all the bird traffic passing by. Some questions always bother him: How seasons come and go. The way the seasons to and fro He doesn’t know who‘s getting in- Summer, autumn or the snow? Something he should surely know!
He knows he shivers in the cold and in the summer he will fry. Do seasons come up from the ground Or do they drop down from the sky- Are questions that have bothered him. Answers do not dribble in. To keep questions out and answers in He bolts his upper story’s door. Then he wonders why on Earth His head goes round in circles for While seasons circle round and round Like oxen on a threshing floor.