|
|||||||
|
|
|
|||||
|
|
|||||||
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row.
A comic version
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
What does your garden hide?
Beetles and bugs,
Slithery slugs
And shells with snails inside.
By
Richard Edwards
And a longer comic rhyme
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
By digging muck,
My silly duck,
And that you surely know!
Weedkiller you get from the chemist's,
and fertiliser, too;
You work and work
and never shirk,
until your face is blue.
And, since you ask,
about my task,
to make my garden grow,
I prune and weed and irrigate,
and then there's grass to mow.
That's the secret of success,
in making my garden grow.
By
John Cunliffe
