*hey... this is a continuation... sort of*

Mary Mary quite contrary
see how your garden grows?
make it flood, fill up with blood
watching as it flows

Mary Mary quite contrary
is mad as rabbits they say
hear the moans, as she plants some bones
only to repeat the very next day

Mary Mary quite contrary
is a tortured soul we know
the profanity and insanity
isn't just for show

So goodbye sweet Mary, Mary my sweet
I've come to say goodbye
plant an arm or leg in my memory
so I'll be remembered when I die