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A poem about Mary's garden. |
Little Jack Horner Was o'er in the corner Eating Miss Muffet's pie He stuck in his thumb And made that bitch cum She screamed and arched her back high And Little Bo Peep Abandoned her sheep And showed up with her dress torn And Little Boy Blue Oh, he was here too Left Little Bo Peep blow his horn [CHORUS] So, Mary, Mary Quite contrary Your garden party rocked last night Ev'rybody was sayin' How they all enjoyed playin' And they wanna play again tonight Oh, Mary how she diddled When that cat with the fiddle Brought along his dish and spooned And Jack brought Jill Down from their hill And sent her to the moon And the daughter of Mother Hubbard Went to your cupboard To get your Dane a bone But when she bent over The Dane took over And gave her a bone of her own [CHORUS] |