Sing a Song of Sixpence

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye
Four and 20 blackbirds baked in a pie
When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing
Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before a king?

The king was in his counting house counting out his money (mm, ha-ha)
The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey (hmm, yum)
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes
Along came a blackbird and snipped off her nose (ow)

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
Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before a king?



Credits
Writer(s): Trad, Martha Rosalind Hannah Bean
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