and then he kills you.
they break it up with fiendish glee.
Now, ghosts are bad,
but the one that's cursed
is the Headless Horseman,
he's the worst.
he's a fright on Halloween night
When he goes a-joggin'
cross the land,
holdin' his noggin',
in his hand,
demons take one look, and groan,
and hit the road for parts unknown.
Beware, take care, he rides alone.
Now, there's no spook like the spook who's spurned.
They don't like him, and he's really burned.
He swears to the longest day he's dead,
He'll show you that he can get YOUR head!
Now, they say he's tired of his ghoulish top,
And he's got a yearn to make a swap.
And so he rides one night each year,
To find a head this Halloween
Now, he likes them little, he likes them big.
Part in the middle, or a wig.
Black or white, or even red.
The Headless Horseman needs a head!
With a hip-hip and a clippety clop,
He's out looking for a head to chop
So, don't try to figure out a plan,
You can't reason with a HEADLESS MAN!!!!!!
Me: Go maith, go raibh maith agat. Agus gaige, tá go spine an duine? Oll. Ní le do thoil mo cheann, nó beidh mé a ghlacadh le tras óir amach agus é a shove suas do thóin!
(I'm kidding with my quote. Very funny and cool artwork. Good job.)
For this drawing someone Irish helped me with the Gealic.
Also, is he carrying his own spine? That'd kind of awesome.
Thanks for your help, I will change it then. ^^