“Bruised Orange”
There is a scarecrow in the garret,
In his hands he possesses the withers
Of a flower once described by karat
Do not scare the crows
For the devil and his murder will come
They will reclaim the life he chose
He will ride in on a steed
Arriving at the house
He will don a straw hat, overall, boots, scarf
He may even carry a withered flower, So-
Do not scare the crows
For the devil and his murder will come
To replace the form he chose
There is a scarecrow in the garret,
I am terrified of the noises, those squawks
For I may have to bear it.