THOUGHTS THOUGHT WHILST THINKIN’ ABOUT MARY AND HER PET LAMB

Full oft I’ve read how Mary’s lamb didst go Where’er his kind and lovin’ mistress went, As if the little creature wast content If it couldst only be where she wast. Oh, I realize what madest it hanker so To be in school that day: it surely meant It loved her! Yet, that mean old teacher bent On bossin’ things—he didst not seem to know. Sometimes I get to wishin’ I might be A little lamb like Mary’s, fond and true, With Susan Sanderson as Mary, see? We’d play amidst the clover sweet with dew, And everywhere that she wast there’d be me, And if she wasn’t, I’dst be elsewhere, too.