The Prince and the Pauper Page #4

- Yeah!|- Gawrsh.

And so with|his loyal companions...

Mickey and Goofy|at his side...

the young king|ruled his happy country...

as he'd sworn he would...

with justice|and compassion for all.

Old Icky. If you recall.|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 the city of Manhattan|was but a market town...

we would discover in the bosom|of one of those spacious coves

which indent the shores|of the Hudson...

the little village|of Tarrytown...

and just beyond...

nestled deep|in the low rolling hills...

a sequestered glen.

It's a quiet. PeacefuI place.|and yet somehow...

foreboding...

for it abounds|in haunted spots...

twilight tales.|and local superstitions.

The best-known story.|however...

concerns a certain|itinerant schoolmaster...

who once frequented|these parts.

Indeed. Some say|his melancholy spirit...

still haunts the vicinity.

The worthy pedagogue|was described...

as a most unusual man.

To see him striding along...

one might well mistake him|for some scarecrow...

eloped from a cornfield.

He was tall|and exceedingly lank.

His head was small|and flat on top...

with a long snipe nose...

so that it looked|like a weathercock...

perched|upon his spindle neck.

Altogether. Lhe was|such an apparition...

as is seldom to be seen|in broad daylight.

It was late one drowsy|autumn afternoon...

when this strange figure|first approached...

the tranquil little village|of Sleepy Hollow.

As usual.|there had foregathered...

at Ye Olde Schnooker|and Schnapps Shoppe...

a group of rustic lads known|as the Sleepy Hollow Boys.

Their self-appointed leader.|one Brom Bones...

was a burly.|roistering blade...

always ready for a fight|or a frolic.

And though Brom was much given|to madcap pranks...

and practical jokes...

still. There was no malice|in his mischief.

Indeed. With his waggish humour|and prodigious strength...

Brom Bones was quite the hero|of all the country 'round.

Odds bodkins! Gadzooks!

Look at that|old spook of spooks.

# Who's that comin'|down the street? #

# Are they shovels.|or are they feet? #

# Lean and lanky #

# Skin and bones #

# 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 #

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