Mary Had a Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb She roasted it with mint She didn’t want to do it But sadly she was skint The shepherdessing job she had Had been outsourced it seems A shepherding consortium Had shattered Mary’s’ dreams The company contracted To administer the flock Were highly recommended As solid as a rock So Mary’s job had gone for good It didn’t make much sense One little lamb one jar of jam Her only recompense Insomnia, a side effect Now kept her from her sleep She tried all kinds of remedies Except for counting sheep So, taking to the bottle Her body old and tired Off into oblivion She finally expired