• There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.
    He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile.
    He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
    And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
    And then he had a crooked thought.
    Why is my crookedness my lot,
    Why must I be crooked instead of not?
    And the crooked man would cry
    And he couldn't fathom why...
    He was sad all the time
    And so he cried
    And he climbed up his crooked stairs
    Of his crooked little home
    He tied up a crooked noose
    And ended his crooked life. crying