Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, mary had a little lamb fleece was white as snow.
Mary took her sharp knife, sharp knife, sharp knife, mary took her sharp knife now the lamb has no life.
Mary stabbed again and again, again and again, again and again, mary stabbed again and again, now the lamb is dead.
Blood is on the walls and floor, walls and floor, walls and floor, blood is on the walls and floor, Mary locked the door.
No one can find the lamb, find the lamb, find the lamb, no one can find the lamb, let's go cut the ham.
The lamb was found dead, found dead, found dead, the lamb was found dead, it got stabbed in the head.
Mary went to jail that day, jail that day, jail that day, Mary went to jail that day the town was in dismay.
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