Mary Had A Little Lamb,
it's fleece as white 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 chocked on tears.
Mary had A Little Lamb,
it's fleece was red with blood.
She took it's body home and swore she'd hurt them good.
Mary knew that lambs blood called things ancient, hidden, 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"
(I love this nursery Rhyme)
