Her hair was the color of chocolate, her favorite food, and styled like her hero, Dorothy Hamil.
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb…
Her eyes sparkled like sapphires as she sang to me
Mary had a little lamb…
She was comfortable- not too skinny, not too fat. She was just right as I snuggled by her side.
Her fleece was white as snow.
She would sit with me in our wood paneled living room while we were sitting on our scratchy brown and orange plaid sofa singing and reading together.
And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go.
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