So I spent far too long trying to loosely turn the sea shanty Wellerman into a song about the scarecrows. Apologies for my shite rhyming schemes.

There once was a team that looked to grow and the name of that team was St. Louis Scarecrows.
The team fought hard, they still went down, grow my scarecrow boys grow! (huh)

Soon may the Scarecrow men come, to bring us hockey and goals and fun.
Each game when the fighting is done they'll take that puck and score.

It had not been two years or more, when down on them an armoured bear bore.
He took to the goals and there he swore "I will not let them score". (huh)

Soon may the Scarecrow men come, to bring us hockey and goals and fun.
Each game when the fighting is done they'll take that puck and score.

Before the team could win the four star. They gave the C to a NOLA Spectre.
The Austrian smiled, shook hands and swore there. "We'll win that cup in four" (huh)

Soon may the Scarecrow men come, to bring us hockey and goals and fun.
Each game when the fighting is done they'll take that puck and score.

All lines now set. A Scot on D.
The captains mind was not on greed.
He belonged to the Austrian creed. His team now fully grown.

Soon may the Scarecrow men come, to bring us hockey and goals and fun.
Each game when the fighting is done they'll take that puck and score.

For 60 games or even more. The lines grew tight and scored lots more.
Some games were lost maybe only 4. But still those men did go! (huh).

Soon may the Scarecrow men come, to bring us hockey and goals and fun.
Each game when the fighting is done they'll take that puck and score.

As far as I've seen the fights still on
They will fuck up the Detroit falcons.
The Scarecrow fans chant their regular call. To encourage the captain, team and all.

Soon may the Scarecrow men come, to bring us hockey and goals and fun.
Each game when the fighting is done they'll take that puck and score.