The Headless Horseman

And what happens outside when it gets late. Along about midnight the ghosts and banshees get together for their night late. There's ghosts with horns and saucer eyes and some with fangs about this size. Some short and fat, some tall and thin.

And some don't even bother to wear their skin and tell them your brother it's a frightful sight to see what goes on in the night. Get up with English, please. Go so bad, but the one that's cursed is the headless.

Forswain he's the worst. When he goes a jockey, cross the land. Hold in his noggin, in his hands. Demons take one look and grow and hit the road. Four parts are known, and there's no rank like a smoke that's burned.

They don't like him, and he's really burned. Swears through the longest day, he's dead. He'll show them that he can tear ahead of you So the windows knock the doors Unless you're careful, he'll get yours Don't think he has tated bit Cause if it be your top, if it'll fit And he likes them little, likes them big

Heart in the middle or away Black or white or even red The headless horseman needs a head redder hit Hit and flip at a clock These are looking for a head to chop So don't stop to figure out a plan You can't reason with a hair