There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile he found a crooked sixpenc upon a crooked style he bought a crooked cat which cought a crooked Mouse and they all lived together in a little Crooked House.
THE REAL VERSION
There was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile, he found a crooked sixpence against a Crooked style he bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked Mouse and they all lived together in a little crooked house, but the crooked man was sad and once he had a thought why should he be cooked when others were not everything was worthless and he heved a great big sigh he did not want to live life cooked so he left the world and died now the story is not yet over for this tail is mythed and old go hide under the covers there's something not yet told for if you've said this poem it's already to late the crooked man will find you and cant escape your fate.
