Mary, Mary, quite contrary;
in your garden, you he\'ll bury.
At night when you lie down to sleep.
Right after you\'re through counting sheep.
Into your dreams this clown will creep!
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Mary, Mary quite contrary,
of this clown you should be wary.
A sight to see the town folk said.
With razor fangs and hair blood red.
Your worst nightmare, your worst dread!
^^
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
your escapes not arbitrary.
To steal your soul\'s his intent.
He loves to torture and torment
and your demise you can\'t prevent!
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Mary, Mary, quite contrary;
Pennywise he\'s really scary!
Knows how to make your garden grow.
\"Cockle shells\" among\'st each torso;
at planting, this \'bozo\'s\' a pro~
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