Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was slightly grey
It didn't have a father, just some borrowed DNA
It sort of had a mother, though the ovum was on loan
It was not so much a lambkin as a little lamby clone
And soon it had a fellow clone, and soon it had some more
They followed her to school one day, all cramming through the door
It made the children laugh and sing, the teachers found it droll
There were too many lamby clones for Mary to control
No other could control the sheep, since the programs didn't vary
So the scientists resolved it all by simply cloning Mary
But now they feel quite sheepish, those scientists unwary
One problem solved but what to do with Mary, Mary, Mary.
-David
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