Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Backed in a pie.
When the pie was opened
The ...
moreSing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Backed 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 the 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 down came a blackbird
And snapped of her nose.
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