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!

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