Mary Had a Little Lamb

Mary Had a Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow. Everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went, Everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go. One sunny afternoon, Mary skipped to the village fair, The lamb, trotting beside her, with a curious, fluffy stare. There were swirling rides, games of chance, and stalls piled high, With sweets and trinkets galore, reaching for the sky. Mary, with a giggle, stopped at a booth so bright, Where a kind old woman spun wool, bathed in golden light. "Such a fine lamb you have, dear," the woman said with a smile, "His fleece is perfect for spinning, for a little while." Mary, hesitant at first, looked down at her friend, The lamb baaed softly, as if to say, "Let's see where this will end!" With a gentle touch, the woman took a lock of snowy white, Spun it on her spinning wheel, under the warm sunlight. Slowly, the wool transformed, from cloud-like fluff so airy, Into a soft, warm yarn, light and oh so cheery. The woman then knitted swiftly, with needles clicking fast, A tiny, woolly hat, that fit the lamb just right at last. Mary's face beamed with joy, the lamb bleated with delight, Wearing his new woolly hat, a fluffy, perfect sight. They thanked the kind old woman, for her gift so grand, And continued through the fair, a happy lamb and Mary hand-in-hand. From then on, whenever they went, heads turned with a smile, At the little lamb in his hat, walking for a little while. Mary and her lamb, a friendship ever true, Proving even at the fair, adventures wait for you.