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Ichabod and Mr Toad
Ichabod
Ichabod and Mr Toad
Ichabod, Ichabod and Mr Toad...
If you were asked to choose the most fabulous character in English literature,
Who would it be?
Robin Hood?
King Arthur?
Becky Sharp? Sherlock Holmes? Oliver Twist, perhaps.
Well, anyone of them would be an excellent choice.
Still, for the most fabulous character of all,
I would nominate... a toad.
J Thaddeus Toad, Esquire.
Have you never met him?
You will find his story in this delightful litlle book... The Wind In The Willows.
Toad, you might say, was the one disturbing element...
Incurable adventurer, mad, reckless, tried everything, a positive mania for fads,
and he never counted the cost.
He had a host of fair-weather friends, of course.
But there were only three who had his best interests at heart.
One was a badger. MacBadger.
And then there was a water rat... A bit stuffy, perhaps, but really a fine fellow.
And a mole... gentle creature, kind and sympathetic.
They all made their homes in a quaint community along a riverbank.
On that particular day, Mole was in a hurry because...
Oh, yes, of course ...because he was late for tea.
A regrettable habit, still Rat had learned to put up with it.
As usual - Sorry, Rat, says Mole. Quite alright, says Rat.
"Two lumps, if you please?
Then, just as they were getting comfortably settled...
- Oh? - Special Delivery, Mr Rat.
- Thank you, Postman. - How's everything on the river today, sir?.
Dashed quiet, as usual, thank you.
Hmm. Mole, listen to this.
''Dear Rat: You and Mole must come to Toad Hall at once. Urgent!! A MacBadger.''
Rat was certain Toad was making trouble again.
Well, the answer to that lay just around the bend,
at Toad Hall, the ancestral home of J. Thaddeus himself.
This impressive structure, by the way
was the finest home on the river.
The animals were tremendously proud of it.
They felt it gave the whole community an air of respectability.
To lose Toad Hall was, of course, unthinkable,
and yet it was no secret that Toad's costly follies
had brought him to the brink of bankruptcy.
So, as the last result, MacBadger had volunteered...
to take over and put Toad's house in order.
Smashed fence.
Two guineas.
Damage, lamp post. four pound six.
Destruction of hen house...
How can a man figure with all this hubbub?.
- I'll not be put off! - Pay my bill!
Silence!
You'll get your money in due course.
Now, go along with you.
I'll pay no more today.
Why did I assume the responsibility of looking after...
Didn't I tell you...?.
It's you, Rat. And Mole, too.
Thank goodness, lads. You've come at last.
Poor MacBadger. He'd reached the end of his rope.
For, as he said himself...
I'm practically a nervous wreck.
I say, MacBadger! What seems to be the trouble?.
Summat's got to be done about Toad!
This time he's gone too far!
- But he promised us... - Promises? Ha!
What good are promises when wild manias take him?.
Now, look,
- you're his closest friends, are you not?. - Yes.
- Very dear friends. - Then lads,
You've got to find toad and stop him!
- What's he doing?. - He's got a new mania.
He's rampaging about the county...
in a canary-yellow gypsy cart...
With a horse named Cyril.
Tally-ho! Are we on our way to Nottingham,
to Brittingham, to Buckingham or any hammy hamlet by the sea?
No!. Are we on our way to Devonshire,
...to Lancashire or Worcestershire? I'm not so sure We'll have to wait and see.
Are we on our way to Dover?
Or going merrily over The jolly old road that goes to Plymouth,
Ho? No!. We're merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily, merrily on our way to nowhere
in particular We're merrily, merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily on our way Though the roads are perpendicular
We 're always in a hurry
We have no time to stall. We 've gotta be there, we've gotta be there
But where, we can't recall
We're merrily, merrily, merrily,merrily,
merrily on our way And we may be going to Devonshire,
to Lancashire, to Worcestershire We're not so sure, but what do we care?
We're only sure we've got to be there
We're merrily on our way
to nowhere at all
Hello, you fellows! You're the very animals I was coming to see!
Come along! Hop up! We'll go for a jolly ride!
The open road, the dusty highway. Come!
I'll show you the world.
Travel, change, excitement...
Ha ha ha!
How stupid of me!
I want you fellows to meet my noble steed,
- Cyril. - Aye...
that's me. A bit of a trotter,
a bit of a rotter.
How do you do? How do you do? How do you do?
How do you do?
Say, guv'nor, your friends seem a bit on the stuffy side, what?
Toad, we want to have a talk with you.
Oh, a visit!
- Splendid! - Toad, this is serious.
You've got to give up that horse and cart.
Give up my... But my dear Ratty,
this is my career!
- You can't mean... - I do mean it!
- You must stop this foolishness! - No.
- You must! - No. I won't do it.
Your reckless behaviour... is giving animals a bad name!
You're becoming a menace to society.
At least think of poor MacBadger!
And as for that horse, no good will come of gadding about
with such a fast and irresponsible beast!
Get him, Mole!
- Come down, Toady. - Stop it! Let me go!
Giddy up, Cyril! Giddy up!
It's no use. You'll never get me to give this up!
Tally-ho! Yikes!
Look!
God! What is it?
Lummy, guv'nor, it's a motorcar.
Motorcar?.
A motorcar...
God! What have I been missing?.
Ratty, it isn't... He hasn't...
It is, and he has. A new mania. Motor mania.
Mania.
That's it. That's what it was. A positive mania.
No telling where it would end, either.
Might linger for months. And with Toad Hall at stake,
Well, Rat and Mole had no choice.
there's the only one thing to do.... Lock the poor chap up in his chambers and keep him there
until the poison worked out of his system.
Hold him, Moley!
- That's better. - And you can't escape.
Simply no use trying.
Let me out of here! Open up, I say! Please!
Rattey, Moley! Open the door!
Now, playing jailer to one's dearest friend
wasn't exactly a pleasant situation.
In fact, Moley weaken immediately wanted to call it quits, but Ratty said no.
Definitely not. This time they must be firm.
It wasn't just a matter of saving Toad from himself.
There was MacBadger to consider, and Toad Hall and all it stood for.
Now, there was only one thing wrong with Ratty's cure for motor mania...
It didn't work.
You see, Toad was far too clever. And, at the moment, completely mad.
He was determined to get a motorcar,
even if he had to beg, borrow or...
Toad arrested! Extra!
His Majesty versus J Thaddeus Toad, Toad Hall, Riverbank,
Doodle-Bunton- Maxon-Morton, Surrey. 24th day of August, set forth in the following brief.
Accused is J Thaddeus Toad, of stealing a motorcar,
and with it, endangering sundry subjects of His Majesty,
their life and limbs.
Counsel for the Crown, proceed with the case.
My lord, I call, as first Crown witnesses,
Mr Rat and Mr Mole!
Is it true that you had the accused
locked in his own house because he had threatened to get a motorcar?
- Did you, or did you not, have him locked up?. - We did.
Thank you! That is all!
- Next witness. - Mr Angus MacBadger!
As trustee of the Toad estate,
you knew of the prisoner's mania for motorcars?
- Well, I... - And due to his reckless extravagance,
you cut off his allowance?
- Well, I... - Then he was, to the best of your knowledge, without funds?
- Well, I... - That is all! Thank you!
Gentlemen of the jury, the Crown rests.
Counsel for the defence will present his case.
My lord,
with the court's indulgence,
I rise prepared to plead my own defence.
Moley!
Stop it.
Gentlemen of the jury,...
...I call, as my first witness, Cyril Proudbottom.
Cyril Proudbottom.
Are you acquainted with the defendant, J Thaddeus Toad?.
Lord love a duck, yes!
He's one of the jolliest chaps l've ever run across.
And simply tons of money.
Good fellow?. Throws it away.
But he wasn't throwing it away that day!
You heard Mr MacBadger testify that his allowance was cut off.
Then how did he get a motorcar?
The only way a gentleman gets anything. The honest way.
And what is the honest way?
Ha ha! I thought you wouldn't know that, guv'nor!
Your Lordship, I...
The witness may testify in his own words.
Righto, guv'nor. I'll just give you the facts in the case.
When Toady escaped from his boudoir he headed
straight for my place.
Soon we was off down the highway,
but we hadn't gone far, I confess,
when, with a rush and a roar,...
...something passed like the London Express.
It was big, it was red,
it was beautiful.
A motorcar, a bit of alright.
Toady was transfixed with... rapture.
You could tell it was love at first sight.
The motor pulled up to a tavern,
wherein was located a bar.
And we watched while some tough-looking weasels
got out of that lovely red car.
Now, weasels, I know, are deceitful.
And not to be trusted, at all.
But how could I know they'd stolen that car?
I didn't have no crystal ball.
The guv'nor is not one to dally.
He made up his mind like a flash.
He says... Try it for size, my good Cyril,
while I see what they'll take for it, cash.
Into the tavern he saunters,
where he barman was back of the bar. And he said,
Cheerio, tavern keeper.
Who's the owner of that... hot-looking car?
The barman, a codger named Winky,
leaned over the bar and said, - Why?
The guv'nor answered, - That car must be mine!
Whatever the price is, I'll buy.
But Toad found he hadn't no money.
So, he promptly offered a trade.
The weasels appeared to be willing.
In a moment, the bargain was made.
Then Toady drawed up a paper, with almost incredible speed.
And he called on old Winky the barman
to... pop over and witness the deed.
Now, the guv'nor is not a bit stingy.
He never does anything small.
The weasels gave him the red motorcar,
and he gave the weasels Toad Hall.
Ohhh!
Hmm.
Traded Toad Hall?
An estate worth $100,000 for a motorcar?.
Ha! Ha-ha.
You expect me to believe that?
I don't expect you to believe anything.
But fortunately, I can produce a witness.
Call Mr Winky!
Mr Winky, Mr Winky!
My lord, gentlemen,
facing you in the witness box is a citizen
of substance and standing.
A man of unimpeachable honesty.
Now, Mr Winky,
do you recall an incident that took place in your...
establishment last August 12th,
that I was a party to?.
Yes, sir, that I do, sir.
Well, then,...
just tell the court what actually happened.
Well, guv'nor,
you tried to sell me a stolen motorcar.
That's a deliberate lie, you monkey-faced rum pot!
No. No!
I've been framed! Let me go!
Help! Help!
Toad guilty!
Toad's disgrace rocked the nation.
Seems the court was determined to make an example of him.
Couse Toad's friends tried to help him, but they were blocked at every term.
While they must've reopened the case at least a dozen times.
Appeals to this court, that court any court.
But the decision stood.
The case of J Thaddeus Toad was closed.
Merry, merry Christmas time
Bind every heart with happiness
Let everyone...
Yes, once again, it was a white Christmas.
And one again melodies of Yuletide hung sweet upon the winter's air.
Hearts were gay and spirits high.
Indeed, in all the city, there was but one spot untouched by the warmth of Christmas cheer.
The Tower, grim monument to despair.
Cold, cruel, forbidding,
and unfortunately, the abode of Toad
for a good many Christmases yet to come.
Poor Toad. Alone with memories of his wasted life.
What a fool he'd been!
With many a pang he recalled the kindly face of Angus MacBadger,
and his sage advice, so often scorned.
A tear for Moley, too, for his
loyalty, his sympathy, his understanding.
Toad wept for Rat, and all those
little lectures so often laughed at.
Yes, within the dark confines of his miserable cell,
a new Toad was born.
A reformed Toad, a repentant Toad.
In a flood of remorse, he vowed once and for all
to forsake the follies of the Primrose path.
Never, never again would he give way
to those mad, foolish manias
that had brought him to this sorry end.
As it's Christmas, you're allowed a visitor.
- Your grandma's here. - Grandma?.
Merry Christmas, sonny!
Granny wouldn't forget her little Toady boy!
Cyrile!
Oh. Cyrile.
Look, Christmas gift.
What is it?
- Don't you get it? - A disguise.
All you've got to do is put on this
natty little costume and...
Alas for good intentions. Toad was incurable.
One whispered word
and all his high resolve vanished in the mad whirl
of this new adventure.... This new mania! Escape!
Toad's escaped!
Halt!
Oh, Good evening, ma'am.
Good evening to you, Officer. We're merrily, merrily, merrily...
Begging your pardon, but you...
Hey!
You fellows, over there, do you see him?
God, what perfectly ripping luck!
Trap Toad, would they? Never!
- There he goes! - Where?
Over there!
Blockheads! Let them scour the countryside.
Once more, J Thaddeus Toad had the last laugh.
Ha-ha-ha!
That Christmas Eve, along the riverbank,
the name of Toad was banned from conversation,
lest the memory of his disgrace becloud the merriment of the season.
Yet there was one home, at least,
in which two loyal hearts still held the warmth of Christian charity
Bless this good food we are about to enjoy.
Bless us, every one.
And... bless poor Toad.
And may he get time off
for good behaviour.
Why, it's a poor old lady.
Let's take her over by the fire.
Oh!
- Toad! - Toad!
What are you doing here?.
I was just sort of...
Well, this is a merry Christmas!
But... aren't you afraid of the police?
Afraid of the police? Ha-ha-ha.
I, Toad, afraid of the police?
- Open up, I say! - The police!
Hide me, Ratty!
Sorry, toad, but you owe
a debt to society. And you've got to pay.
Mole, let them in.
But, Ratty, don't you think, maybe...
Open the door!
- MacBadger! - Hi, lads!
I've just made a very important discovery.
Toad Hall is ablaze with lights
and in possession of a pack of weasels.
And the leader of the gang is none other than Mr...
Winky!
Hip, hip...
Hooray!
And so, you see,
he did trade Toad Hall for the motorcar!
Then, Toad was innocent all the time.
Aye, lads.
And if he were only here right now...
- Toad! - Angus!
Sorry, Toad, I misjudged you.
I hope, someday, you'll find it in your heart...
Not another word.
To err is human, to forgive...
Not so fast!
You're still guilty in the eyes of the law.
To prove your innocence, we've got to get that paper away from Winky!
Now, I have a plan.
We'll sneak in through the secret tunnel.
It was an expert plan, cunningly
contrived but extremely dangerous.
It would work only if each did his part.
There was no margin for error. The odds against them were tremendous,
but the stakes were high.
But now, steady's the word...
One false move
and four lives hang in the balance.
Careful, lads. There is a guard.
- I'll pop him off! -Stop! Don't shoot!
Who goes there?
That was a close one.
Trust Toad to start things off on the wrong foot.
Well, no turning back now.
Nothing for it but to push on.
What new and greater perils lay ahead, no one could say.
Toad had already got out of hand,
so anything could happen.
Look. They're all asleep.
Lads, they're drunk. They've been hitting the bottle.
But where is Winky? There he is!
He's got the paper on him!
We'll have to climb up on the balcony.
The paper! It's gone!
Get him, you blokes! Get him!
I beg your pardon!
Moley! Moley! Over here!
Get him!
After it!
- Ha-ha-ha! Just one more! - There he is! Get him!
Where's Moley?
Well, laddies, we saved our skins,
but we didn't get the deed.
Well done!
Hip, hip, hooray!
So, it was a happy ending, after all.
Of course, Toad's friends were dreadfully proud of him. And why not?
He was a new Toad, completely reformed,
through with gypsy carts and motorcars for ever.
And so, on this happiest of New Years, a toast was in order.
To the New Year and...
To the new Toad!
Hello, you fellows!
Come! I'll show you the world.
Travel, change,
excitement...! Ha-ha-ha!
That was the fabulous Thaddeus Toad.
But let's weigh ourjudgement carefully, we Moles and Rats and Badgers.
Don't we envy him a bit?
I know I do.
When we speak of fabulous characters,
the most fabulous will always be, to me, at least,
the master of Toad Hall.
Yes! J Thaddeus was quite a lad!
Speaking of fabulous characters, England has produced a bumper crop of it.
But over here in the colonies, we've manage to come up for a few of our own.
About Paul Bunyan, Pecos Bill, Johnny Appleseed,
Black Bart, Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone.
And, of course, the one and only Ichabod Crane.
Oh, Ichy, if you are called, was the country schoolmaster dreamed up
by Washington Irving.
He had a way with a yarn did Mr Irving.
If we could but journey back to that remote period in american history
when Manhattan was but a market town,
we would discover, in one of that specious coves which indent the shores of the Hudson,
the little village of Tarry Town.
And just beyond, nestled deep in the low rolling hills,
a sequestered glen.
It's a quiet, peaceful place, and yet, somehow... foreboding.
It abounds in haunted spots, twilight tales, and local superstitions.
The best-known story, however concerns an itinerant schoolmaster
who once frequented these parts.
Indeed some say his melancholy spirit still haunts the vicinity.
The pedagogue was described as a most unusual man.
To see him striding along,
one might well mistake him for a scarecrow eloped from a cornfield.
He was tall, but exceedingly lank.
His head was small and flat on top,
with a long, snipe nose.
For it looked like a weathercock perched upon his spindle neck.
alltogether, he was an apparition seldom to be seen in broad daylight.
This late one drowsy autumn afternoon,
when this strange figure first approached
the frankful little village, Sleepy Hollow.
As usual, there had gathered at Ye Olde Schnooker and Schnapps Shoppe
a group of rustic lads, known as the Sleepy Hollow boys.
Ya-hoo!
Their self-appointed leader, Brom Bones,
was a burly, roistering blade, always ready for a fight or a frolic.
Though Brom was given to madcap pranks and practical jokes,
there was no malice in his mischief.
Indeed, with his waggish humour and prodigious strength,
Brom Bones was quite the hero, all the country round.
Odds bodkins! Gadzooks!
Look at that old spook of spooks.
# Who's that coming down the street? #
# Are they shovels or are they feet? #
# Lean and lanky, Skin and bone #
# But with clothes a scarecrow would hate to own #
# Yet, he has a certain air #
# Debonair and devil-may-care #
- It's the new schoolmaster - What's his name?
Ichabod
Ichabod Crane
Ichabod, What a name!
Kind of odd, but nice just the same
Funny pan, funny frame,
Ichabod, Ichabod Crane
Ichabod may be quaint
May be odd, and maybe he ain't
Anyway, there's no complaint
From Ichabod, Ichabod Crane...
Although the arrival of the pedagogue gave rise to mixed emotions,
the towns people all agreed
they'd never seen anyone
...# like Ichabod, Ichabod Crane... #
The school room became Ichabod's empire...
over which, with lordly dignity,
he held absolute sway.
Truth to say, Ichabod was a conscientious man,
and ever bore in mind the maxim
spare the rod and spoil the child.
Still, he was carefullto administer justice, with discrimination.
For it behoved him to keep on good terms with his pupils.
Especially if their mothers happened to be good cooks.
# Who's the town's ladies' man? #
# Gets around like nobody can #
# Has to be none other than... #
# Ichabod Ichabod Crane #
Thus, as time went by,
it may be seen that the pedagogue got on tolerably enough.
Moreover, Ichabod found ways to increase his slender income
and, at the same time, awaken the cultural interests of the sleepy little village.
It was inevitable that a man like Ichabod
would become an object of ridicule
to Brom Bones and his gang.
Yet, to Ichabod, these were small matters.
Indeed, the schoolmaster possessed a remarkable equanimity
which remained quite undisturbed until...
that fateful day...
when his path was crossed by a woman...
A certain woman, Katrina van Tassel,
daughter and the only child of old Baltus van Tassel,
the richest farmer in the country.
She was a blooming lass...
plump as a partridge.
Ripe, melting.
and rosy-cheeked.
Once you have met that little coquette Katrina
You won't forget Katrina
But nobody yet has ever upset Katrina
That cute coquette Katrina
You can do more with Margaret or Helena
Or Anne or Angelina
But Katrina will kiss and run
To her, a romance is fun
With always another one to start
And yet when you've met that little coquette Katrina
You've lost your heart
Now, there was no dout that fair Katrina...
was the richest price in the countryside.
And the schoolmaster, being an ambitious man,
at once began to fill his mind with many sugared thoughts
and hopeful suppositions.
Ah, Katrina, my love.
Who can resist your grace,
your charm?
And who can resist your father's farm?
Boy, what a set-up!
There's gold in them acres, and that ain't hay.
Not to mention that lovely green stuff.
Ah, Katrina,
my sweet, my treasure.
Treasure. Ah-ha-ha,
That barn's a gold mine.
How I'd love to hit the jackpot.
Dear Katrina,
Papa's only child...
Papa?
The old goat can't take it with him.
When he cuts out, that's where I cut in.
Sweet Kathrina,
poor little rich girl.
Don't worry, Katie,
Ichabod will protect you.
Ah, yes, Kathrina, you've won me.
I surrender.
And yet when you've met that little coquette Katrina
You've lost your heart
Truth to say, every part of the Kathrina's heart was jelaously guarded
by a host of rustic admirers.
A-ha-ha but Ichabod was confident. he'd soon ride roughshod
over these simple country bumpkins.
But the most formidable obstacle however
the schoolmaster had failed to reckon with.
That was the redoubtable Brom Bones himself.
The ease with which Brom cleared the field of rivals both piqued and provoked the fair Katrina.
And she often wished that some champion would appear for once
and take the field openly against the boisterous Brom.
A wiser man would have shrunk from the competition,
but love is blind. Ichabod was aware only that Dame Fortune
was at last thundering at his door.
It's true that Brom liked a joke as well as the next,
but enough was too much.
It was time for open warfare.
He'd double that schoolmaster up and lay him on a shelf
in his schoolhouse!
But this was easier said than done.
ya-hoo!
No dout, this was the Ichabod lucky day.
It was evident, the schoolmaster was a man of hidden talents,
a rival to be reckoned with.
Still, wars are neither won nor lost at the first encounter.
The high-flyer might yet be brought to earth.
For Brom Bones was never a man to cry quits.
On the occasion of her father's annual Halloween frolic,
Katrina again chose to stir the embers of the smouldering rivalry.
Thus, one invitation in particular carried a most personal and provocative summons.
The worthy schoolmaster was in a transport of joy.
To him, this could mean but one thing.
Ichy, you sly old dog, you!
What is this strange power you have over women?
Well, tonight's the night, boy!
Just turn on the old charm. The fair Katrina is yours for the asking.
So gaily bedecked and nobly mounted on a horse he had borrowed to the occasion,
Ichabod issued forth like a knight errant of old
to keep a tryst with his lady fair.
In all the countryside, there was nothing to equal the merrymaking
at Mynheer Van Tassel's farm.
To Ichabod, here was a perfect field for his endeavours.
How, indeed, would he put his best foot forward!
Beyond all his other talents, the schoolmaster prided himself upon his dancing.
Unhappy Brom, already bested at every turn,
saw himself once more outmatched.
For as he watched the posturing pedagogue,
he was forced to admit that here...
here was a flawless picture of ease and grace.
Ya-hoo!
There was no doubt that Ichabod was the man of the hour.
Brom knew that he must concede his rival still another victory.
And yet there was still a chance that his time would,
for when the hour grew late,
Van Tassel always called upon his guests to tell him ghostly tales of Halloween.
And Brom knew there was no more firm, potent believer in spooks and goblins
than Ichabod Crane.
Just gather round and I'll elucidate
what goes on outside, when it gets late.
# Around about midnight, the ghosts and banshees #
# get together for nightly jamborees. #
# Things with horns and saucer eyes, #
# and some with fangs about this size! #
# - Some are fat. - And some are thin! #
# And some don't even wear their skin! #
# I'm telling you, brother, it's a frightful sight
# to see what goes on, Halloween night. #
# When spooks have a midnight jamboree #
# They break it up with fiendish glee #
# Ghosts are bad, but the one that's cursed #
# Is the Headless Horseman, he's the worst #
# That's right, he's a fright on Halloween night #
# When he goes a-joggin' across 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 #
# And there's no spook like a 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 them that he can get ahead #
# They say he's tired of his flamin' top #
# He's got a yen to make a swap #
# So he rides one night each year #
# To find a head in the hollow here #
# 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 clippity-clop #
# He's out lookin' for a top to chop #
# So don't stop to figure out a plan #
# You can't reason with a headless man #
# Now, if you doubt this tale is so, #
# I met that spook just a year ago. #
# Now, I didn't stop for a second look, #
# but made for the bridge that spans the brook. #
# For once you cross that bridge, my friends #
# The ghost is through, his power ends #
# So, when you're riding home tonight #
# Make for the bridge with all your might #
# He'll be down in the hollow there #
# He needs your head. Look out! Beware! With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop #
# He's out lookin' for a head to swap #
# So don't try to figure out a plan #
# You can't reason with a headless man #
It was the witching hour of night as Ichabod pursued his travel home.
The sky grew darker and darker as one by one, the stars winked out their lights.
Driving clouds obscured the moon from sight.
Never had the schoolmaster felt so melancholy,
so utterly alone.
The nearer he approached the hollow,
the more dismal he became.
Once inside the murky glen, Ichabod's anxiety increased one-hundredfold.
The forest seemed to close in behind him.
Every small detail of Brom's awful story
returned to haunt his recollection.
Ichabod, Ichabod.
Headless Horseman. Headless Horseman.
Headless Horseman. Headless Horseman.
Headless Horseman. Headless Horseman... Horseman, Horseman...
Be aware, be aware...!
Once you cross that bridge, my friends,
the ghost is through, his power ends.
Next morning, Ichabod's hat was found.
And close beside it, a shattered pumpkin.
But there was no trace of the schoolmaster.
Shortly thereafter, Brom Bones led the fair Katrina to the altar.
Now, rumours persisted that Ichabod was still alive,
married to a wealthy widow in a distant county.
But the good Dutch settlers refused to believe such nonsense.
They knew the schoolmaster had been spirited away by the headless horseman.
With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop
He's out looking for a head to swap
But don't try to figure out a plan
You can't reason with a headless man
Man, I'm getting out of here!