Once 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 crooked little house.
The crooked man had a crooked body,
And only crooked things.
But he smiled his crooked smile,
When life brought crooked pains.
He took a crooked knife,
And cut his crooked rope,
And hung himself from his crooked house,
But his own crooked throat.
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