I have a look of awful scorn, I wear my clothes ’til they’re tattered and torn, Waving my arms over fields, forlorn, I keep birds away from early morn. What am I?
A scarecrow.
Source: Riotous Riddles
I have a look of awful scorn, I wear my clothes ’til they’re tattered and torn, Waving my arms over fields, forlorn, I keep birds away from early morn. What am I?
A scarecrow.
Source: Riotous Riddles