Mary Mary lyrics
by Ella Jenkins
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With c*ckle shells and silver bells
And pretty flowers all in a row
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With c*ckle shells and silver bells
And pretty flowers all in a row
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With c*ckle shells and silver bells
And pretty flowers all in a row