mary, mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
i don't care, as mine is a charm, so i wouldn't want to know.
i've a secret garden with a mad man in a hat,
and a drugged up white rabbit, so stop for a chat!
we're oh so untidy but don't be put off
don't you laugh or you jeer or give me a scoff
if you're quiet I'll invite you into the sky
to drink tea and eat crumpets and crisp apple pie
we'll chit and we'll chat and we'll calmy converse
where gravity's dead in this flipped universe.
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