With kinky, soot-black wool.
He tagged her everywhere she went,
Just like a little fool.
Aunt Hepsy—Fool be’nt a pretty word, Lucindy. Why don’t you say numb-head?
Lucindy—’Twon’t rhyme.
Aunt Hepsy—But it’s a deal high-toneder.
Lucindy—All right. I don’t care. (Announces title again, and begins.)
Mary had a little lamb,
With kinky, soot-black wool.
He tagged her everywhere she went,