There once lived a little old man, and he was bent in many ways. You could say he was, well, crooked.

The crooked little man lived in a crooked little house, all by himself. The crooked little house had a crooked little fence that stood in front of the crooked little road that passed in front of the crooked little house. A crooked little tree grew in the crooked little yard in front of the crooked little house, where the crooked little man lived.

The crooked little man loved to walk. He walked every morning, and spoke to every one and everything he met. He put on his crooked little hat and got his crooked little cane and out the crooked little door he went. Down his crooked little side walk, through the crooked little yard, passed the crooked little tree that grew in the crooked little yard, and past the crooked little fence that stood in front of the crooked little road that passed in front of his crooked little house.

"Let me see, which way shall I walk today," he said to him self. "Lets go this way," he said pointing with his crooked little cane. With a slow shuffle to his crooked little walk, he was off.

As he walked down the crooked little road he met a rather large White Rabbit. "Good day to you Rabbit," he called out in a crooked little voice, while he tipped his crooked little hat. The rabbit pulled out a very large pocket watch from his vest pocket. He looked at it and said, "Oh my, I am so late. So very, very late." "Where are you going that you are so late," the old man asked in his crooked little voice. "I don't really know," answered the rabbit. "I just know that I'm late. I can't talk to you now; I’m late, so late." With that the rabbit hopped on leaving the crooked little man holding his crooked little hat. He put his crooked little hat on his crooked little head, and with his crooked little cane, he started down the crooked little road once again.

Around the next bend he sees a little girl dressed all in red. She was carrying a picnic basket. She was humming as she skipped down the crooked little road. The crooked little man tipped his crooked little hat as he said, "Good morning Miss. Hood. How are you to day?" "Why good morning crooked little man, she answered. I'm going to see my grand mother, she isn't feeling well today." "Give her my best," said the old man. "I will, gotta run, see you later, she sang as she skipped down the crooked little road.

The crooked little man looked down the road. It became very straight. There was a house, by a very large tree. They weren’t crooked at all. "Well", said the old man, "this is as far as I go. I don't like straight things. No not at all, not at all."

The crooked little man wearing a crooked little hat and carrying a crooked little cane started down the crooked little road that lead to his crooked little house, with a crooked little tree that grew in his crooked little yard where a crooked little fence that stood in front of the crooked little road that passed his, well you know.

As the crooked little man arrived at his crooked little house, he stopped and looked all around. "Yes. Yes, this is my house. I'd know it any where," he said aloud in his crooked little voice. So, passed the crooked little fence, up the crooked little side walk, through the crooked little yard, where the crooked little tree grew, up to his crooked little house.

He opened his crooked little door, and then he turned around. "Home is where you live, what ever it looks like, its home!" He turned around and went inside and closed the crooked little door on the crooked little house, where a crooked little tree grew in a crooked little yard, by a crooked little fence, that stood by a crooked little road.

The End of A Crooked Little Tail