I used to know this old scarecrow

He was my song, my joy and sorrow

Cast alone between the furrows

Of a field no longer sown by anyone.

I held a dandelion

That said the time had come

To leave upon the wind

Not to return

When summer burned the earth again.

Cultivate the freshest flower

This garden ever grew

Beneath these branches

I once wrote such childish words for you.

But that's okay

There's treasure children always seek to find

And just like us

You must have had

A once upon a time.