#8 "The Scarecrow"

That scarecrow outside watches me every night

I can see him in the field by the pale moonlight

Mother always tells me there’s nothing to fear

She tucks me in, kisses me and then hugs me dear

And when she leaves my room and heads on down the hall

I can see that scarecrows shadow on my bedroom wall

Then I look on out the window and what do I see?

Not the creepy scarecrow but scary clowns grinning at me