Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was whit as snow.
And everywhere that mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.
She brought her lamb to school one day,
The kids let out loud jeers.
The children took her lamb away,
And Mary choked on tears.
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was red with blood.
She took its little body home,
And swore she'd hurt them good.
She knew that lambsblood called
Things ancient, hidded and deep.
As Mary painted signs of old,
Never did she weep.
Mary had a little lamb;
It made her something scary.
Now I dare you, look in a mirror
And whisper "Bloody Mary".
