Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day.
Which was against the rule.
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.
And so the teacher turned it out
But still it lingered near.
And waited patiently about
To kill the teacher here.
It waited for the bell to ring,
That half-demonic sheep.
And when the teacher stepped outside
Its vengeance she did reap.
It slit her throat from ear to ear.
It bit out her left eye.
Then Mary and the children came
To see dear teacher die.
The first few screamed and ran about.
A handful gasped and cried.
Mary’s wicked smile though
Was followed by a sigh.
And when the heathen sheep did roar
And spray red death around,
The children no more ran nor played
But wound up in the ground.
And Mary rode her demon sheep
Into the gates of Hell,
Where she did take the twisted crown
And forever wore it well.