Mary Had A Little Pram

Mary had a flock of sheep but just one was a ram She also had a giving nature… and a brand new pram Mary tries so earnestly to tend her grazing flock Not so easy since the day she slipped out of her frock Her boyfriend like a Navy Seal was in and out post haste And she was left so unfulfilled, her virtue gone to waste She stood her ground and watched her sheep until she grew so tired She dozed off while she watched her ram do what her ewes desired She woke up when an evening chill had given her a shiver And nine months on a midwife had a baby to deliver So now she sleeps on duty; tired from tending child and ewes Her nightmares feature needy sheep and children stood in queues The guilt she feels for sleeping while she should be tending sheep Is worsened for she has a child to watch unlike Bo Peep She stood up and she checked her bairn like any decent Ma Her bairn, so sweet, gave her a smile and made a little Baaaaa! * But then a shadow blocked the sky and Mary woke for real She saw the farmer’s gorgeous son and made a little squeal Mary told her baby, “Shh,” and double checked her flock And as the sun went down again she slipped out of her frock