A Softearth Scarecrow

The Farmer had planted his seeds
The first shoots had started to appear
A flock of birds descended
They started to eat the delicate shoots
He remembered that he had an old scarecrow in the shed
He gave it a new hat
And placed it in the garden
Now his seeds would be safe
Through rain, wind and sun
The scarecrow would stay at his post

Guarding and protecting the new seeds.