Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was white as snow.

And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go.

She took 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, it's fleece was red with blood.

She took its little 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 the mirror..

And whisper Bloody Mary.