Monday, 19 November 2012

Sing a song of sixpence

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
There came a little blackbird
And snapped off her nose.