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 little crooked house. But the crooked man was sad and once he had a thought, why should he be crooked when others; they were not? Everything was worthless, he heaved a big sigh, and went and found 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 over yet, for this tale is myth-ed and old, go and hide under the cover, there's something not yet told. There once was a crooked man, who had a crooked smile, and if you lived his life, he'll send you through a trial. You lives for your torment, makes it full of strife, and he won't be content. Until. You. Take. Your. Life.
