Gruesome
Mary, Mary, ever so scary
No one your garden does mow
Your plots with flowers so wild
Beneath each plot a dead child
Providing food for every rose
Where those bodies do decompose
Never have you been detected
Nor ever by the police suspected
So your garden continues to grow.
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