There was a crooked man, who walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence, upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, who caught a crooked mouse,
and they all lived together in a crooked little house...
But the crooked man was sad... and once he had a thought.
Why should he be crooked, when others; were not.
Everything was worthless, he heaved a great sigh,
and went and found a rope, and tied it to the sky.
upon a chair he stood, his eyes blank and dead,
without another thought, he went and hung his head.
Now the story's not yet over, for this tale is myth-ed and old,
go hide under the cover. There's something not yet tol