by Nailah Weaver » Sun Jan 30, 2011 6:40 pm
Nailah continues to hum for a while, the faint glow from behind her eye-lids giving a good clue as to what is going on. Then she quietly starts singing.
"Mary had a little lamb,
little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
whose fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
Mary went, Mary went,
and everywhere that Mary went,
the lamb was sure to go.
One day then Mary bored of it,
bored of it, bored of it,
one day then Mary bored of it,
and went to fetch a knife.
She raised the knife and brought it down,
brought it down, brought it down,
she raised the knife and brought it down,
the lamb thus lost it's life."