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 crooked little house...

But the crooked man was sad... and once he had a thought.

Why should he be crooked, when others; were not.

Everything was worthless, he heaved a great sigh,

and went and found a 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 yet over, for this tale is myth-ed and old,

go 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.

He lives for your torment, makes it full of strife,

and he won't be content...

Until you take your life.