Ichabod: Well, I came to the spa
Seeking rest and relaxation
Now I'm here, what I find
is this pumpkin irritation
Hoping to relax all I do is sneeze instead
I swear that I'm about to lose my head
Mr. Horseman: All I really wanted
Was a chill vacation
But I see he's here
To my exasperation
Then he spooked my horse
and it fills my soul with dread
I swear that I'm about to lose my head
A soothing stay's impossible with him
Ichabod: I don't mean to scoff
Mr. Horseman: All he does is stand there looking grim
Ichabod: But he makes me cough
Mr. Horseman: As my hopes of peace are growing dim
Ichabod: Did mention that his head comes off?
Both: Looking to unwind
But I feel the tension spread
I swear that I'm about to lose my head