Mary had a little lamb,

It's fleece was white as snow.

And everywhere that Mary went,

The lamb was sure to go.

She brought the lamb to school one day;

The children let out jeers.

The children took her lamb away,

And Mary choked on tears.

Mary had a little lamb,

It's fleece was red with blood.

She took its little body home,

And swore she'd hurt them good.

Mary knew that lambs blood 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'!