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

Mary, Mary, quite contrary

How does your garden grow?

With hyacinths, and snapdragons

It's like nothing I've ever seen before

I gotta know, how does it grow?

The moonflowers move, honey root glow

The violets they shriek, it's so unique

Mary, Mary, how does it grow?

Mary, Mary, quite contrary

How does your garden grow?

Is it just a magic touch?

Well, I guess we'll never know