Sing a Song of Sixpence

Sing a Song of Sixpence

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocketful 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 blackbird and pecked off her nose

There was such a commotion that little Jenny wren
Flew down into the garden and put it back again.