There was a crooked woman, and she walked a crooked mile,
She found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
She bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
Sometimes life imitates art. I am a crooked little woman. And I live in a very, very crooked house. Nothing is plumb, nothing
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