Little lambs eat Ivy

Your little one they called a lamb
And lambs are said to be
Delicate and delicious and so delightedly
They stole your little baby
And she is on her way
To heaven via a slaughterhouse
So the farmer gets his pay
It may sound like shit show
But this is how it’s done
Babies are for eating
Excuses may be spun
But reality means little lambs
Eat Ivy but in fact
Nursery rhymes are a fiction
Where as Murdering lambs is a fact