Mary had a little lamb,
And then she had some veg;
Both were rather greasy,
Lime tea took off the edge. Mary loved her little lamb,
And the veg was hard to beat;
But next time, Mary swears,
She's gonna try stewed pig's feet. So Mary's hooked on pork now,
With lamb she's had her flops;
Roast, belly, it doesn't matter,
Her new religion is chops. So let's hear it for Mary,
And all the pork she'll try;
Maybe shoulder when she's older,
But what a delicious way to die!