Mary had a little lamb
Whose fleece was white as snow,
And wherever little Mary went,
Her lamb was sure to go.
But then her little sheep was shot
And taken for its wool,
Now Mary is alone again,
And feeling like a fool.
Away to town she would next day,
To buy a brand new lamb,
But on her way she tripped and fell,
And was bundled into a van.
For hours she sat in pungent dark,
Not knowing what she’d done,
Had her little lamb been bugged,
Or had she jumped the gun?
Fearing she’d been compromised
She soon began to cry,
Her shepherd days were over now,
Her only recourse, to lie.
She’d tell them what they’d want to hear,
And hope for quick release,
Her innocence intact once more,
And identity white as fleece.
The moral of the story is,
Keep your big mouth shut!
Subversive little sheep who stray,
Are destined to be cut!