Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With honey bees and cherry trees,
Sunflowers under rainbows.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
Where do you long to go?
To meet a friend and pretend
Your whole world is a rose.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row.