Sing a song of sixpence
Sing a song for sixpence a pocketful rye;
four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing;
Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the King?
The King is in his counting house, counting his money;
The Queen is in the parlour, eating bread and honey.
The maid is in the garden hanging out the clothes;
Along came a blackbird and pecked off her nose !
There was such a commotion that little Jenny wren
flew down into the garden and put it back again.
