Random scans of whut.

I'm at home for the weekend and spot a picture book from my childhood, which has nursery rhymes/poems in it. I had a faint impression of both liking the book and finding it a bit...I don't know, scary? Dark? Anyway, I decided to read through, and no wonder...

My attempt at translating one of the poems:
Gallop fast wild steed,
the foul crows are hounding me.
If I fall they'll bite of a piece,
I can't escape them on my feet.
Jump quick over the brook,
let your hooves clop.
( The accompanying picture is just as creepy, I think. )