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 parlor eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes
When along came a blackbird and nipped at her nose!

The king was in his counting house counting out his money
The queen was in the parlor eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes
When along came a blackbird and nipped at her nose!