There was a crooked man and he 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 little crooked house.
He met a crooked woman and he found a crooked preach They had a crooked marriage on a crooked little beach They had some crooked children and they lived a crooked life The crooked man, the cat, the mouse, the children and the wife.
They were happy for a number of crookedly long years Lived a life of crooked happiness, no worries and no fears Until one day the crooked wife upset the crooked man He yelled a crooked yell and then he hit her and he ran.
The crooked man came again at the stroke of twelve That was when their crooked life became a living hell There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile And when he killed his wife and kids he smiled a crooked smile.
This is an old nursery rhyme and it was by Sir Alexander Leslie back in the 1600s
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