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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