Mary had a little lamb

Its fleece was white as snow

But Mary’s lamb wandered off

To where she did not know

 

Exploring countries far and wide

The wandering lamb did go

And among an unsavory fold

She took herself a beau 

 

The beau of Mary’s lamb seemed sweet

And gentle his veneer

But soon his coat of wool fell off

And his sharp teeth appeared

 

The little lamb fled that land

For the safety of the wood

But she found no shelter safe for rest

Only tears had she for food

 

Mary searched for her little lamb

On the hills and in the dales

While Mary was still far from home

There rose a mighty gale

 

Meanwhile, the lamb in the woods

Dined on berries and dry leaves

But nothing ever satisfied

Or her hunger eased

 

And the lamb’s white fleece was stained

When she wandered in the mire

And her coat was ripped and torn

When she was arrested by some briars

 

The wind whipped Mary’s hat from her head

The rain soaked her to the bone

But Mary refused to find shelter

‘Till her lamb was safely home

 

The little lamb could not free her coat

From the thorny vine

Lighting crashed and thunder roared

As she looked past the dancing pines

 

The darkness fell on Mary so

Her way she could not see

Lighting flashed; a lion roared

And fell Mary to her knees

 

The little lamb heard the lion’s roar

And fear chilled her, all alone

Against a lion there’s no hope

She wished only to be home

 

Above the thunder and the storm

Above the wind and rain

The lion’s roar heard above it all

Mary knew her lamb was slain

 

That’s when Mary saw the light

In the lion’s face

The beast was roaring at the storm

The lion, full of grace

 

The rain and wind obeyed his roar

The clouds went in retreat

The yellow sun shined once more

The lion said, “To your feet,”

 

In an instant Mary stood

With the lion, in the trees

The lamb was scared and shouted out

While struggling to get free

 

“Come here to me little lamb,

“I make all things new,”

The briars gone; the lamb released

And she to the lion flew

 

Still the lamb’s coat was torn

And darkened by the mud

The little lamb lowered her eyes

Ashamed by what she’d done

 

The lion said, “Cover your ears,”

And this shout shook the earth

The lamb’s damaged coat was replaced

With fur whiter than at birth

 

“But how?” the lamb asked the lion

“I became a lamb like you

“For the many I suffered and died

So, they could be renewed,”

 

So, Mary had a little lamb

Its fleece made white as snow

And everywhere the lion went

Mary and her lamb were sure to go