Gary Gary Quite Contrary

Gary, Gary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row
Gary, Gary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow
With gold roses and pink poses
And pretty maids all in a row
Gary, Gary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow
With large daisies for all the bees
And pretty maids all in a row