On All Hallow’s Eve
My doors are locked and curtains drawn.
All is dark and quiet around me.
I light a single oil lamp
and sit down to watch a creepy folktale
It takes place in the valley of Sleepy Hollow
an old Dutch settlement of yore
Superstitions and legends abound.
It is a tale of a school master with a most unusual name
a Mr. Ichabod Crane.
What happens to him is frightening
As he was not seen in town again.
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