Mary had a little lamb She thought it rather fun To pull its tail twice a day And shoot it with her gun.
Sure enough old Mary went To annihilate Lamb It backfired on the lass And put Mary in a jamb.
“Friends,” said Lamb, “watch really close The evil woman’s face. For the way awry that Mary went Was to dress as Aunty Grace.
“Large she is, and full of life She’d fill a tank with lard But dress her up in crimpoline To miss her is quite hard.
“I took my hoof, and with a kick A blow to make them proud Poor Mary ended up as chops And now sits on a cloud.”