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.
                              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'.
                                      
                                          
                                  
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УжасыA book full of scary poems and stories to chill you to the bone and make your blood run cold.
                                          