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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Where has dad gone, momma dear? Hush, my little lamb. Your dad's gone to the thicket dear And mad old Abraham That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god. Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see And foolishly could not deny his curiosity So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin Your father did not understand the danger he was in For then again that mad old man started hearing voices His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa? Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me Do not visit places where you know you should not be The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods
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