Sometimes songs develop from crazy jibber in the work place. This was written just for a challenge to turn something meaningless into something that made sense. I turned these words: ‘If he don’t get her’, I go get her, into a song about a scarecrow.
If he don’t get her
I might get her
If we don’t get her
They might forget her
If she’s forgot
Well stone the crows
To save our crop
As it grows.
Gotta go get her
In from out there
In her old white dress
And with long straw hair.
If he don’t get her
I might get her
If we don’t get her
They might forget her
If she’s forgot
Well stone the crows
To save our crop
As it grows.
Since the winter
She’s been in there
Laying down, not standing around
With her arms in the air.
Some call her Aunt Sally
For obvious reasons why
But I call her Scary Mary
‘Cos crows won’t come nearby.
If he don’t get her
I might get her
If we don’t get her
They might forget her
If she’s forgot
Well stone the crows
Without her there
To save our crops.
© 2023 – Colin E. Pyle