Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was non existent
so she kitted him out in P V C, for it was rain resistant
everywhere Mary went, it followed her around
rubbing up against her, making horny moany sounds
all day and every time, more vigorous than the last
Mary tried to force a smile, but she felt harassed
she said casserole, stop nuzzling my hole, as her frustration grew
it was then he bleated, want you to be my ewe
yeah baby I'm a black sheep, that ain't got any wool
but what i have for you, is one big sack full
you'll get fond, of my mutton wand, if you give it a go
she told her ovine marauder, he was out of order, and was determined to say no
but casserole was a handsome ram, it was hard not to be wooed
for once Mary, not her lambs, found herself in a stew
she relented, and they got wed in front of the local flock
settled in a cottage on a nearby hill of locks
they made a saucy D V D, they thought they would be minted
hooves and hands were rubbed in glee, they had many printed
all went wrong, cops came along, put casserole in custody
they charged him with three counts of humanality
