Green as the grass
Red as blood
Brown as fur
And dark as night.
Giving sass
With a broken hood
The noise was not a chauffeur
The being not seen even in light
Gone is the group
None to see
I must go
So someone knows
We never meant to snoop
Now out the trees
Although
He loves to blow
The head is silent
Never heard
Always gone
Before help arrives
I should have lent
The herd
Now I'm a pawn
To this game of lives
So tell me
Did the Siren Head die?