There was a crooked man, who walked a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence, upon a crooked stile. He brought a crooked cat, who caught a crooked mouse, and they all live together in a little crooked house.....
But the crooked man was sad.... and once he had a thought. Why should i be crooked, when others; they were not? Everything was worthless, he heaved a great big sigh, and went and found a rope and tighed it to the sky.
upon a chair he stood, his eyes were blank and dead, without another thought, he went and hung his head.
Now the story's not yet over, for this tale is mythed and old, go hide under the covers, theres 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 trail. He lives for your torment, make it full of stife, and he won't be content
Until you take your life.
Merci pour la lecture!
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