A Scarecrow, A Companion

I.
A dead friend is best
At least for making scarecrows
A familiar face.

II.
The children all scream
Your rotting face frightens them
But I think you're nice.

III.
Crows peck at you
So I just send them away
This axe is useful.

IV.
Don't be sad my friend
I have made you a buddy
My puppy died too.

V.
They say I'm crazy
That I should be locked away
But I just love you.