Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells, and cockle shells,

And pretty maids all in a row.

 

Rosie, Rosie, quite the posie,

How does your garden grow?

With dry old grass and plants so sparse,

And pretty weeds all in a row.

 

Sorry, this is all I could come up with! lol

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