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Mary Had a Little Lamb
Mary had a little lamb
It's fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went
That lamb was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day,
Which was against the rule;
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near,
And waited patiently about
Till Mary did appear.
Why does the lamblove Mary so?
The eager children cry;
Why, Mary loves the little lamb, you know,
The teacher did reply.
The comic version follows
Mary Had A Little Cow
Mary had a little cow,
Its milk came fast and free,
She milked it morning, noon and night,
And put it in her tea.
The milk, I mean,
Not the cow,
It would never fit in:
And if she could have squashed it down,
It would have been a sin.
No matter what the size of cup,
The cow would surely fill it up!
And how to get the sugar stirred?
It surely would be quite absurd;
She might have tried to use its tail
To whisk it round and round a pail,
And then her mum would quickly guess,
That she would spill it down her dress.
Then think of how the tea would taste!
I feel it would have been a waste.
And then the cow might drink it first,
Leaving Mary with a thirst.
The cow in the field,
The milk in the tea;
I think that ought how it to be!
By
John
Cunliffe
