Upon the bright star filled midnight
In the darkened shadowed hollow,
Headless horseman Harry poorly
lived, watching the running children,
searching for his missing blonde head.
One by one by on they do play,
golden green-eyed Fay Morringday,
glowing blonde hair Harry did see,
a fair good head to sit upon
Headless Harry’s steady shoulders.
By the sunken sun the horseman,
Of the darkened cave did he ride
What is the best cutting method
for easily slicing a neck,
a neck so delicate and pure
Only a child, a child so sweet,
slice once and true, double-handed
will do, with blood so tart running.
running down her lovely cream neck,
green-eyed Fay Morringday did die.
