Mary's little lamb
Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow,
until it stained a deep blood red, the night she shot her bow.
For Mary hated being followed, by her little lamb.
Therefore she decided to kill it, with her own two hands.
After Mary chopped the legs off, slowly one by one,
she reached into her pocket, and pulled out her silver gun.
“Damn lamb!” she hissed at the moaning lump, as it cried to its mother in woe.
“This Mary will go whever she wants, and this lamb will never more go!”
And when the horror was said and done, Mary cleaned up the mess.
She whiped away all the blood, and tried not to ruin her dress.