The Scarecrow

Once I said to a scarecrow, "You must be tired of standing in this lonely field. 
And he said, "The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting on, and I never tire of it." 
Said I, after a minute of thought, "It is true; for I too have known that joy." 
Said he, "Only those who are stuffed with straw can know it." 
Then I left him, not knowing whether he had complimented or belittled me. 
A year passed, during which the scarecrow turned philosopher. 
And when I passed by him again I saw two crows building a nest under his hat.