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