There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile; He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house. The crooked cat had crooked claws, That caught the crooked mouse, of course. The crooked mouse had crooked teeth, That nibbled on the crooked cheese. The crooked house had crooked walls, With crooked windows, crooked halls. The crooked man, with a crooked smile, Lived happily in crooked style. They had a crooked garden, too, With crooked plants and crooked dew. The crooked sun, with crooked rays, Lit up their crooked, cozy days. So if you see a crooked sight, A crooked path, a crooked light, Remember the crooked man so sweet, And his crooked friends, a happy feat.
