Sing a song sixpence

Sing a song of sixpence

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty black birds
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 blackbird
And pecked off her nose.