Mary's dad gave her a lamb,
It's fleece was white as snow,
Mary's dad died soon after just as satisfactory,
Mary held the sheep close,
it went with her always,
She took it to school in day,
All the children laughed,
They took it and slaughtered it,
until it was no more,
Mary had a little lamb,
It's fleece was stained with blood,
Now Mary was all alone with her only friends,
her friends were the voices in her head,
They made her into something scary,
She soon made a deal as she paint signs of old,
She was now the devil's puppet,
Just as he had wanted.
