There was a crooked man, and he walked 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.
He stumbled into town one day,
Leaning, falling all the way.
A townsmen watched all this transpire,
Encouraged him a cab for hire.
The crooked man and his crooked cat,
Would certainly have none of that.
For he lived “Fall seven times, stand up eight”,
Not “Fall seven times, stand up straight”.
Happy Punny Sunday!
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