Handicapped Mary
Mary had a little hand
She kept it in her pocket
Sheep and people laughed at her
Odd fingers running through her golden lockets
Hand followed her to school one day
As an appendage, it had nowhere else to go
She pulled it out at recess
To scare children while at play
Mary had a little gun
Which is against the rules
Hidden in her pocket just for fun
Loaded and ready to shoot some fools
The little hand is not her only problem
And this is the honest truth
Mary ended up in an asylum
Clearly has lost her innocence and youth
For killing lambs as white as snow
And blowing away class mates at play
She had nowhere else to go you know
Incarcerated on such a lovely day
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