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 blackbird

And pecked off her nose.


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