I wrote this when i was eight, with my dad

The Scarecrow

In darken glen by ancient tree,
The fairies meet beneath the lea.
Approaching in the dead of night,
A tiny sparkle..clear and bright.

“Come listen!” says the fairy queen
“You'll never believe what I have seen,
A man was standing in a field, I though he was a human kind,
But he never moved, he never stirred.
And on his nose a little bird,
Pecking at his face.
Then came a group of crow,
pecking at his feet.
All alone in a field of wheat.
The suddenly it started to rain!
Drip...drip....drop on the window pane.
And pitter patter by his parsnip nose,
Created a puddle by his sack cloth toes.
And then, the truth, his eyes:they closed...