In the garden stuffed with straw
Was erected scarecrow.
It was gloomy, dull and sad,
It was feeling very bad.
It possessed no charm and glamour
And it lived in hardest drama.
It was almost at the end,
That it had no real friend.
But fate is always controversial -
In its need it showed some mercy.
A starling, driven by distress,
Hid from hawk in its straw chest. ...