The Scarecrow,
Standing kingly in the palace gardens
"Caw, Caw," the winged enemies come.
Approaching the battlefields,
Oh! No! The Scarecrow!
Black enemies come, peck off his
Nose, a thread, here and there
But the Captain remains.
"Retreat, the scarecrow wins this Battle!"
And the crows retreat.
But the Scarecrow is still there.