Dance of the Scarecrows

The sun was up, the day was hot,
My brow was dripping quite a lot,
I must have been so lost in thought.

I thought the sky had turned to black
and I was laying on my back,
And the corn field was completely packed.

Ghostly shapes they danced around
Up and down they lept and bound
But never seemed to touch the ground.

They danced right through my weary head
And made no sound and left no tread.
I hoped I would awake in bed.

Instead I woke up on the ground.
The sun was shining all around,
And not one scarecrow could be found.