Sing a Song of Sixpence.
Sing a song of sixpence,A pocket full of rye;Four and twenty blackbirdsBaked in a pie;When the pie was opened,The birds began to sing;Was not that a dainty dishTo set before the king?The king was in the parlourCounting, out his money;The queen was in the kitchen,Eating bread and honey;The maid was in the garden,Hanging out the clothes;There came a little blackbird,And snipped off her nose.
Sing a song of sixpence,A pocket full of rye;Four and twenty blackbirdsBaked in a pie;When the pie was opened,The birds began to sing;Was not that a dainty dishTo set before the king?The king was in the parlourCounting, out his money;The queen was in the kitchen,Eating bread and honey;The maid was in the garden,Hanging out the clothes;There came a little blackbird,And snipped off her nose.
Sing a song of sixpence,A pocket full of rye;Four and twenty blackbirdsBaked in a pie;
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie;
When the pie was opened,The birds began to sing;Was not that a dainty dishTo set before the king?
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish
To set before the king?
The king was in the parlourCounting, out his money;The queen was in the kitchen,Eating bread and honey;
The king was in the parlour
Counting, out his money;
The queen was in the kitchen,
Eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden,Hanging out the clothes;There came a little blackbird,And snipped off her nose.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
There came a little blackbird,
And snipped off her nose.