Mary had a little lamb,
Mary is an organic farmer, employing sustainable animal husbandry
It's fleece was white as snow,
Which clashes with Mary's progressive racial ideals, but hey, black lambs are quite rare
Everywhere that Mary went,
In her Farmyard Edition Prius
The lamb was sure to go.
Because if she needs to go somewhere, who is to say the lamb doesn't want to go too?
It followed her to school one day,
A small liberal-arts college in Vermont
Which was against the rules,
Thereby giving rise to a student sit-in for Lamb Rights
It made the children laugh and play,
Especially the campus Republicans
To see that lamb at school.
Knowing the only way the woolly thing was there was because of Affirmative Livestock Action Quotas
And so the teacher turned it out,
For consistently bleating "fascist" in class
But still it lingered near,
Not surprising considering the nice juicy grass in the quadrangle
And waited patiently about,
Loafing until Spring Break, like all freshmen
'Til Mary did appear.
From a meeting of her Feminist Collective
"Why does the lamb love Mary so?"
Obviously, because Mary is a vegan
The eager children cry,
Inquiring minds, those kids
"Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know"
To show us all how evolved she is
The teacher did reply.
He was a Prius-driving, lacto-ovo vegetarian, progressive, affirmative action-believing liberal too.
Mary graduated top of her year, and all I want is a roast lamb dinner.
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