The Headless Bandit rode into the night.
Children shaking, he caused great fright.
Where had the Bandit's head gone?
Had it wandered on and on?
When quaking boots calling, and howls of great fright.
Out of the darkness, a terrible sight.
The Bandit comes limping, by moon's early light.
A dreadful scream, from pale turned to white.
I think I'll leave, I think I might.
Or this could be my very last night.
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