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 opened, 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 black bird And pecked off her nose!