I saw him there, staring at me. A man with a smile on his face, with his head bent over, giving me a big smile. I saw that he was crooked, with a bump on his back. He walked to me and whispered in my ear a nursery rhyme. It went like this:
There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile. He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse. And they all lived together in a little crooked house.