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.