Little Lambs

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Friday, 18 January 2013

Little Lambs

With Apologies to William Blake.

Little Lamb, who shot thee?
Dost thou know who shot thee?
Mowed thee down, and bid thee bleed,
In the hall and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing for entombment,
Softest clothing, to be mourned in;
Took away your tender voice,
Which made all your friends rejoice?
Little Lamb, who shot thee?
Dost thou know who shot thee?

Little lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee.
He lobbies for the NRA,
(Though he calls himself a man).
He is craven and he's vile;
He is anything but mild.
He's bought off by the NRA
Which in Congress rules the day.
Little Lamb, we mourn thee!
Little Lamb, we mourn thee!

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