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

a not so well known version;
Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row

Like with any long lived, beloved writing the above has at their roots humor, in this case a good dose of maybe cruel mockery and politics. Regardless of the pedigree this little ditty is very adult in origin. Dissident to say the least as it was treasonous to mock royalty. As for me? I just like to get my feet dirty. Don't you? Like my feet dirty that is.

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