A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Mary had a little lamb
its fleece was white as snow
and everywhere that Mary went
the lamb was sure to go

well slowly over time she saw
the snowy white turn grey
Mary was somewhat perturbed
but nothing seemed astray

Where once the lamb had gentle teeth
now sprung long fangs of white
the lamb then turned on Mary
and would molest her in the night

It slowly ate away at her
the grey now fully black
and no one from the outside saw
the wounds from its attacks

"It's only a sweet lamb" they cried
"innocent and full of charm"
no one believed Mary, when
she told of the lamb's harm

This is no way to live, she thought
and gathered her resolve
"Lamb, it's over, you and I
We're no longer involved."

The lamb just cocked its woolly head
and smiled its toothy smile
"is that so?" sweet lambkins said
"...maybe in a while."

Mary, scared now, tried to run
the lamb held her in place
it dug it's hoof into her wounds
and smeared it on its face

Then bleating loudly, lambkins fled
into the town it ran
and all the other people saw
was a bloodied, frightened lamb.

The girls all cooed "oh you poor thing!"
"What did that Mary do?"
The lamb then let just one tear slide
"She threatened me with stew."

One by one the townsfolk turned
their backs on evil Mary
the lamb continued in its ways
and preyed on the unwary

and no one ever did believe
those who spoke against it
the lambs sweet face and silver tongue
kept it well protected.