The crooked man

There was a crooked man he walked a crooked mile, He found an crooked sixpense And a crooked stile He bought a crooked cat Wich cought a crooked mouse And they all live together in a little crooked house But the crooked man was sad. And once he had thought Why should he be crooked a when others they were not So the crooked man set out to make a crooked earth Crooked man and woman Burried in crooked dirt And the crooked man send forth Ring the crooked bell Endlesh his crooked soul