When I was just a little one, these are the nursery rhymes and songs my daddy and mummy sang to me. Now that I have little ones of my own, I will sing the same to them.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells And pretty maids all in a row.
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