Mary had a little lamb,

Its fleece was white as snow.

And everywhere that Mary went

The lamb was sure to go.

She brought her lamb to school one day;

The kids let out loud jeers.

The children took her lamb away

And Mary choked on tears.

Mary had a little lamb,

Its fleece was red with blood.

Mary knew that lambsblood 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".