There was a crooked man
Who walked a crooked mile
He found a crooked sixpence
Upon a crooked stile
He bought a crooked cat
Which caught a crooked mouse
And they all lived together
In a little crooked house
Then he had a crooked thought
Why is crookedness my lot
Why must I be crooked
instead of being not
And the crooked man would cry
And he couldnt fathom why
he was sad all the time so he cried
So he climbed his crooked stairs
To his crooked home
He tied a crooked noose
And ended his crooked life