As the fiery sun sets, on the harvesting field, The orange sky lights up a bountiful yield. So attractive and tempting for birds to come eat, But this field holds a spooky straw guardian discrete. Yet the crows don’t retreat, as the crops are too sweet,

But if they stay too late they will face their defeat. For the lady of straw who stands still and upright, Awakens with life once the sun sets at night, And the cost of staying too late is much steeper, If you ever cross paths with the Scarecrow Reaper