Right after a summer of growing, 

Along came a big machine, mowing,

So please don’t get mad if I’m whiney,

And rest for a while on my hinie.

 

Although I am dressed up for treating,

My arms and my paint took a beating,

I know that I’m not very scary,

But tricksters, you’d better be wary.

 

Don’t think you can jump up and harm me ,

Or fool me and think you can charm me, 

I’ll frighten the people who dare, so

You’ll know I’m a Halloween scarecrow.