Sooo cute!








Mary had a little lamb, Whose fleece was white as snow,And everywhere that Mary went,

the lamb was sure to go.

 

Itfollowed her to school one day
which was against the rules.

Itmade the children laugh and play,
to see a lamb at school.

And so the teacher turned it out,

but still it lingered near,

Andwaited patiently about,
till Mary did appear.    

 

“Whydoes the lamb love Mary so?”
the eager children cry.

“Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know.”

the teacher did reply.

Okay, so…firstoff, as a child, I always wanted a lamb for a pet.

True story.

I just wanted toget that out there.

On with our poem…

The first linessay that Mary’s lamb had a fleece as white as snow.

Now I’ve seenlambs. And their fleeces are never that white. In point of fact, they areusually rather gray. Or downright mud-coloured.

Moving on…

The next parttalks about that lamb following Mary everywhere.

I reiterate. I wanteda little lamb with soft fleece who would follow me everywhere.

Just sayin’.

Then we are to thepart where that sparkling, clean lamb followed Mary to school. Now I couldtotally get behind this.

Lambs at schoolwould definitely have made the days a little less…I don’t know…scholastic? Anda lot more fun.

But, let’s faceit, me having a lamb follow me to school would be no small feat as we lived 20miles from town and rode the bus! He would either have to be a superbly nimble littlecreature or I would have to get a lot better at hiding things that weren’tsupposed to be on a bus with 20 or so children aged 5 to 17.

I did make it allthe way with a snake in my pocket once, but that is another story.

And I digress…

So this teacher,whoever she was, got tired of the chaos and turned that little lamb out.

Now what does shehave against laughing, playing children?

Kill joy.

But that littlelamb was not only sparkling clean, it was also smart. (We are talkingfiction, here.) It hung around patiently until it was time for Mary to go home.

I’m picturing the joyousramble as the two headed off to familiar pastures for the day.

Happy girl. Happylamb.

Now the laughing,playing (see above) kids, witnessing this, had a question for their teacher. “Whydoes the lamb love Mary so?”

And the teacherhad a ready response, “Because Mary loves the lamb, you know.”

Now, I probablydon’t have to tell you that all of this was in my (Please, May I Have a Lamb?) presentationto my father.

But I’m quite sureyou’ve heard of the sometimes animosity between the sheepherders and the cattleranchers of the great prairies of the ‘west’.

And I don’t haveto tell you which side my Daddy was on…

My chances ofgetting lamb for a pet were slim to nil.

But that didn’tstop me dreaming…

Diane's Dad gave her a lamb, She kept his fleece so clean,That he was welcome everywhere,

He even met the Queen!

 

She took him when she went to school
He sat there on the bus.

The children would politely play,
And never made a fuss.

The teacher understood that Di

Needed 'Lambie' near,

To help her with her algebra,

And chemistry. ( The dear!)

 

The lambie loved Diane, you know,

The children saw that she
Also loved the little lamb

Up to the nth degree!

Yeah. Daddy didn't buy it, either.
Sigh.    
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