Mary had a little lamb its fleece was white as snow, and everywhere Mary went that lamb was sure to go, mary brought the lamb to school one day, the kids let out loud cheers, children took her lamb away and Mary choked on tears, mary had a little lamb its fleese was red as blood, she took its little body home and swore she'd hurt them good, mary knew that blood called things aincent hidden and deep, as mary painted things old, never did she weap, mary had a little lamb, it made her something scary, now i dare you look in the mirror and whisper "bloody mary"
