Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With weeds and leaves under scattered trees
All broken glass below
Mary, Mary, dearest faerie
Why does your garden rot?
Because we reap of what we sow
And rainbows cost a lot
Mary, baby, that sounds crazy
Rainbows come for free
Nothing’s free and if you ask me
The rainbows bring disease
But Mary, please, with broken knees
I can’t see the forest for the trees
For we don’t see, we feel
Sophistication of the breeze
Mary, Mary, all I barely
Need is you and me
With severed limbs and bobby pins
We’ll live a life of ease
And if without our best intents
Our greed’s obliged to be
Another misappropriation
Of an emotional sleeve
But when we find ourselves adrift
As if a life at sea,
I’ll reel us back to shore again
With flowers, birds, and bees
So, Mary, thoroughly contrary,
How does your garden grow?
It doesn’t, but then again,
If one never lets it show
One never really knows
Which way the tide will flow
And where we fit below
The current undertow
