This poor little scarecrow doesn't want the ghouls and beasts to play with it !
I’m a scarecrow, I’m not scared
Except on Halloween
When all the naughty ghouls and beasts
Storm through my field of green.
They’re rather cruel, they call me names
It’s tricky to retort
Because my brain is made of hay
Lacks intellect and thought.
I’m just one bone – one spindly stick
A witch flies me away.
“A lovely broom!” she shrieks with glee
“Don’t snatch me, please!” I say.
The monsters find my tattered head.
“Football?” they suggest
I’m feeling rather dizzy now
I think I need a rest!
Vampires cannot drink my blood
My veins are made of straw.
Instead they eat my carrot nose
And leave me on the floor.
My farmer mends my jumbled form
And gives me an upgrade.
“A pumpkin head will suit you well
No need to be afraid.
With hollow eyes and jagged teeth
Oh, this will work a dream!
Now you will scare the ghouls and beasts
Upon next Halloween.”
Illustration created with elements from Pixabay.
1. All the naughty ghouls and beasts play with the poor little scarecrow, even though the scarecrow really doesn’t like it! The scarecrow asked the beasts nicely not to play with it, but nobody listened to their polite words. What do you think would have been another good way to try, if the beasts didn’t listen to the scarecrow’s wishes?
2. What do you think of the farmer’s solution to replace the scarecrow’s head with a pumpkin? Can you think of some other good things the scarecrow might have done?