At long a time three century ago,

There lived a legend whom all did know.

In country above at Sleepy Hollow,

There lay a town where none did follow.

One victim, two victim, three victim, four.

All found deceased with heads no more.

“Out of our reach! Whom should we call?”

“Ichabod Crane! The best of them all!”

Back in the city lived Ichabod Crane,

Where some called his tactics immoral; insane.

“Message for you sir, believe it’s a case,”

“I’ll take it you hear! No jobs in this place!”

He packed his belongings, his instruments and tools,

For they would be needed to find any clues.

At two days a travel from city to town,

There lay Sleepy Hollow but none to be found.

“My eyes do deceive me! There’s nobody here!”

“No feelings of joy, nor happiness, nor cheer!”

He walked through the town with a doubt in his mind.

He hadn’t a clue what he’d see or find.

Up in the distance a top of the hill,

There be a plantation which stood very still.

He banged on the door thinking no one was there,

But to his surprise there was glee in the air!

The townspeople gathered to party and drink.

Poor Ichabod Crane knew not what to think.

He looked for the man who had ordered his case.

He wondered if fear would be upon his face?

“Good evening young sir, and whom might you be?”

“I am Ichabod Crane and there a man I must see!”