Sunday, February 3, 2008

Nostalgia


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

Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.

Have a look.

1 comment:

paranoid.android said...

I read the wiki page, it's really interesting, but it's sad they can't prove when the rhymes were written...