October 12, 2017
Tonight’s the night to rouse this farm!
Out in the field where the cornstubble grew
stood poor old Scarecrow, hanging forlorn
with his shirt all tattered and trousers torn.
With lantern lit, he scrambled for the barn
sayin’, "Tonight’s the night to rouse this farm!"
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