>There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.
The snake was slithering in the shadows, his prey now in his sights. Slowly, he moved to take its life. Vermin was all it was, after all, and it deserved to die. He bit his tail, and swallowed it.
>He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
Meal finished for the day, the newly formed being emerged from his imploded state. His predecessor was formidable, but in the in he fell to his greater might. Alas, the snake could not bask in his victory for long, as the sun would soon set, and a new age of winter would arrive. The snake burrowed into his hovel.
>He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
The flag flew in the midnight sky. The snake rattled, sensing an intruder that was near. Already, he could smell its stinking ape stench from his den. He hated the apes. They were degenerate, and not even deserving of becoming his meal. The snake went to sleep.
>And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
The personification awoke from his dreams, and screamed. The constant ache that thrummed in his skull would not cease. There was a sensation of dirty fingers digging through his mind, scooping out his brain, and replacing it with something wholly alien and evil to the touch. The personifications people were slaves. HE, was a slave-
>The bridge has fallen
>I repeat
>The bridge has fallen
>END PROGRAM