someone's gonna feel awfully sheepish giving such a lamb excuse for bein' late to work
we were like two sedans passing in a sea of sheep in the rush hour...
someone get Miss Peep on the phone, we've found 'em! and while you're at it, see if you can find out if the Pied Piper's ever had luck with lambs
Mary had a little lamb,
and then she got some more:
they caused a major traffic jam
which changed the nursery lore!
Oh, do you know the Mutton Man
who lives down Dorset Lane?
He married Mary with the plan
to start a sheep-shear chain.
The business thrived, and 'twasn't long
before they'd bought out Bo:
they fleeced her flock for just a song
(of sixpence, as you know).
Now Mutton Man could eat no fat,
and got so very lean;
whilst Mary on a muffet sat,
and licked their platters clean.
Unable, then, to shepherd sheep
they hired a little blue boy,
who under the hay fell fast asleep--
you can only imagine the "joy"
of all the commuters headed to work
who got trapped in the fluffy flow:
tempers flared hot and all went berserk!
And road-raged lawsuits "all in a row"
soon had Mary quite contrary.
Oh, what could they do?
Kids galore, and they had nary
an inch left in the shoe!
And thus one day it came to pass
they found their cupboard bare:
'twas not a single bone - alas!-
for Mutt & Mare to share.
And all of their Dorsets
and all black sheep's wool
('though she tightened her corsets),
couldn't make Mare's purse full.
A lesson to learn (and I do not jest)
if it's wisdom that you would keep:
Never, my friend, let lambs follow you lest
someday, too, you'll be knee-deep in sheep!
(man, what that pic really needs is an escaped convict "on the lam" coupled with some Gary Larson wit... I couldn't do it justice, though, so won't even try that route)