This morning I remembered a nursery rhyme my Grandma used to recite to me and I want to share it with you.
There was a crooked man
Who walked a crooked mile
Who found a crooked sixpence
Upon a crooked stile
He bought a crooked cat
Who caught a crooked mouse
And they all lived together
In a crooked little house.
PS Once, when traveling near the Grand Canyon, we stopped at a park to have a picnic lunch. The park was near a ranch. We walked the trail around the perimeter of the park. I scared Offspring #2 by suddenly yelling out, "Look - it's a stile! I gotta go on the stile!" I was so excited to see a real life working stile.
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