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The Garden Guards On moonlit nights, I have no doubt, My scarecrows wander all about. Release themselves from off their pole And gaily take a little stroll. I'm sure they dance upon the lawn Until the night is nearly gone, Then rearrange their hair and clothes, So at first glance, nobody knows. But I don't mind if they have fun, Just so they're back to greet the sun, In their appointed place so they Can keep the catbirds all away. They seem to know when fruit is ripe And flutter in so they can swipe A berry here, a berry there And I can hardly get my share. Though they complain and mew a lot, These faithful, garden guards I've got, Just stare at them, until they see The berries do belong to me! |
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