Anyone - Mary had a little Spam

Mary had a little spam,

Little spam, little spam,

Mary had a little spam who's meat was not quite real.

It would squish up in her hands,

In her hands, in her hands,

It would squish up in her hands And the smell would make you keel.

Now Mary's mother loved to cook,

Loved to cook, Loved to cook,

Now Mary's mother loved to cook and how does Mary feel?

Well Mary said: "Not so good",

Not so good, not so good,

Well Mary said: "Not so good" with that spam cooking on steel.

So one cold day afternoon,

Afternoon, afternoon,

So one cold day afternoon Mary fled to the fields.

Now that was a long time ago,

Long time ago, long time ago,

Now that was a long time ago and now Mary has to, with a lamb, deal.

The End

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