Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
Read 'Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary' by 'Mother Goose' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary by Mother Goose
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
Silver bells and cockle-shells,
And pretty maids all of a row.
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