Mary had a Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was white as snow
And any where that Mary went
The Lamb was sure to go
One day Mary sold the lamb
And to the slaughter house it did go
Filled with panic and fear
he watched his fluffy bretheren
Roast on open fires and hang from rusty hooks
Betrayed Our hero lamb felt
For the one he trusted sold him out
And walked off with not a look back
Now his neck is bound to the ground
and his hoofs are stapled in place
A knife is raised to his neck
And he bleats out his final thoughts
As his blood painted the walls
They echoed through the building
Although i do not speak lamb
I can geuss his subtle words
Went a little something like this
"Bitch!!!"