Mary Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With cockle-shells and silver bells, And pretty maids all in a row. Mary Mary, loves to tarry, In her garden through the day. With watering can and gardening plan, She tends her flowers in every way. Mary Mary, bright and merry, Plants the seeds with loving care. Some big, some small, she plants them all, And watches as they grow with flair. Mary Mary, never wary, Of the bugs that crawl around. "They help my plants," she says with a dance, "They make my garden safe and sound!" Mary Mary, quite extraordinary, Shows the children what to do. "Dig in the dirt, it doesn't hurt! Plant seeds and flowers, veggies too!" Mary Mary, garden fairy, Picks her flowers with delight. She makes bouquets throughout the days, That fill her home with colors bright. Mary Mary, wise and vary, Knows when harvest time is near. She picks with pride what grew inside Her garden that she holds so dear.
