I used to know this old scarecrow
He was my song, my joy and sorrow
Cast alone between the furrows

Of a field no longer sown by anyone

I held a dandelion

That said the time had come
To leave upon the wind
Not to return

When summer burned the earth again

Cultivate the freshest flower

This garden ever grew
Beneath these branches
I once wrote such childish words for you


But that's okay
There's treasure children always seek to find

And just like us
You must have had
A once upon a time