Scarecrows !
Children of the village were up something their sleeve,
stealthily headed to the meeting , faces aglow with glee ,
adorned their best , not to miss , turban over their heads,
tied with colourful ribbon whistle hanging to their chest.
Friends! lend me your ears , have a plan to share,
no less than an adventure and a sport of the year,
Fathers off to town have responsibility to share,
enemies are at large for the harvest is near.
We all take positions , few furlongs from each other;
When the enemy swoops near , blow your whistle loud and clear.
We mean business , our secret code is now 'Whistle blowers '
Scarecrows are old and redundant, whistle blowing
is the new game to keep the birds at bay.
So that year the harvest was double for sure!
Mothers , silent partners , treated them with goodies .
Scarecrows stepped down , in marched the Whistle Brigade - - - in command .
packing off the scarecrows to the watershed, to have a nice bath and rest.
Kiren Babal
11. 4. 2015
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