A spin-off of Mary Had A Little Lamb - written for an English Composition class years ago.

This is a revised version of an old submission posted on my previous account.

Mary had a black sheep

That gave her so much woe,

And always by her own paths

That lamb was sure to go.

An odd and stubborn dreamer

With disregard for rules,

It made the other sheep laugh

To see her play the fool.

But Mary had a favorite.

One day it became clear:

The other lambs all looked the same;

It was the black sheep she held dear.