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Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was 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 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.

Mary knew that lambsblood 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.”


Credits to: eightyeightkate

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