Rhyme : Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
- Edustart
- Aug 5, 2024
- 1 min read
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
She planted her garden with seeds of care,
Watered them gently with tears of despair,
Sunshine and showers, both she gave,
So Mary's garden grew and was saved.
Rhyme : 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.
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