An anonymous nursery rhyme reads:
There was a crooked man, and he went 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.
In my own little crooked household I'm the chief crook and bottlewasher.
"Don't Let the Rain Come Down (Crooked Little Man)"
by The Serendipity Singers
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