Mary had a little lamb, or so the story goes
Who wasn't very fond of grass, so dined on vegetables
He liked his gravy over grits, with biscuits on the side
His toast made lightly buttered and two eggs done sunnyside
Don't squeeze the juice, he told the goose; you know I like it best
Within the blender, set on three and it will do the rest
The honey jar was never far, where elbow bent with spoon
To siphon off a healthy dose, as biscuits met their doom
With belly full, the cows and bull were greeted oh so warm
For butler and the maids they were, who tidied up the barn
And all the while, the lamb did smile, for knowing as he did
That everyday began this way; thank God he was no pig
Pure fluffy white, his wool so bright, oh fairly did it shine
To look his way, required shades to keep from going blind
So out upon the lawn he strolled, the clock approaching eight
Into his limo, he did slip, for he could not be late
Cause he was Mary's little lamb, as I have said before
He followed her to school, it's true, but drove up to the door
And out he popped in gucci socks of red, white, black and gold
His posse numbered, twenty deep, to handle crowd control
Into the school, alert and cool, the lamb did make his way
Straight to the auditorium; upon the lighted stage
With mic in hand, he took command and got the students hyped
What wasn't told by Mother Goose is, Mary was his wife
No student, but his agent, that the lamb, we know, adored
She booked his acts; those are the facts you've never heard before
For Mary Magdalene was the nun of whom I write
The sacrificial lamb of course, our savior, Jesus Christ
So mind your ways and never say that nursery rhymes are whack
As you can see that some like me, do deal in ancient facts
And in your Bibles, you will find some other slamming jams
Just like this one, that years begun, with Mary and her lamb