Sing a Song of Sixpence

Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie

When the pie was open
The birds began to sing
Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the king?

The king was in his counting-house
Counting out his money
The queen was in the parlour
Eating bread and honey

The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes
When down came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose, off her nose, off her nose, off her nose

Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie

When the pie was open
The birds began to sing
Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the king?
Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the king?

Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the king?



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Kerrigan
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