Bertha Had a Little Lamb
Bertha had a little lamb
That was Mary's sister
And everywhere that Mary went
Bertha often missed her
See Mary was the oldest child
And Bertha well she wasn't
And Mary understands her sheep
But poor old Bertha doesn't
So Bertha had a little lamb
Its fleece was black as coal
And everywhere that Bertha went
She just wouldn't let him go
See Bertha was the black sheep
And that youngin' even dipped snuff
They sent that girl to military school
But it just wasn't long enough
Now Bertha liked her sister
But she knew she had to go
Cause Bertha was eatin' her lambchops
And she didn't want Mary to know
But before she could get rid of Mary
They gave her an intervention
And if that girl didn't straighten up
They'd put her in dentention
Well that's the end of my story
And Bertha and Mary are just fine
Even though a lamb goes missing
From their fields from time to time
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