There once was a man from Nill
Who was bent over and I think he is still
He had a brother,two sisters and mother
And sadly I say that there was no other
He had him a strange looking hat
Which he wore on the porch while he sat
His bent over cat so gray and so fine
They ate both together at quarter till nine
He never did travel or go very far
Cause he was so poor and didn't have a car
So on his front porch he did sit
Making clothes of of which he did knit
I saw him bent over while driving on by
And came back to see him and don't even know why
We talked and ate and drank some wine
And I'm so glad I took the time
To meet the man from over the hill
Who was bent over and I think he is still

copyright 2007 Mark Christensen

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