Bloody Mary

Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow

And everywhere that Mary went, that lamb was sure to go.

But if I told a truer tale, of blood and gore and death,

I am afraid the little ones would surely lose their breath.

Better then to talk about, a fluffy kind of lamb

And not of the Devil’s daughter, who didn’t give a damn.

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