Mary, Mary Quite Contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty little maids in a row
Mary, Mary Quite Contrary
Where do you sow your seeds
So careless boots won't crush their roots and bury them under the weeds
Mary, Mary Quite Contrary
How do you stop the rain
That falls in showers upon your flowers from washing them down the drain
Mary, Mary Quite Contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row