Clue Of A Scarecrow Paroles

The spine cracked again
A straw hat has slipped off my noodle but who the hell cares...
...For my pain
When even the sparrows disdain...
...The bug-bears

Ten years have passed
Since I was created
With tatters of mouldy bast
Pulled on rotten chips of a mast
In a garden located

A sack full of dust
A Yule-log disfeatured with fire
Two cans and a besom enlaced by the wire
Corroded by venomous rust
With a rag for attire

The coveys of migrants pass out of sight
All gnawers are sleeping
Friendless and reflective
Monstrous and defective
Broken and depressed
Just a sickening cross between warder and jest

That's who I am!

Humbled and dejected
By the winterly thinking affected
Bare and amusing
Afflicted and musing inmate
Dreaming to die in a grate