... To get a gist of what cloning is like, let me start my essay with the following poem: Mary Had A Little Lamb Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was slightly gray
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...