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

Oh wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the King

 

The King was in his countinghouse counting out his money

The Queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey

The maid was in the garden hanging out her clothes

When down came a black bird and pecked off her nose!