Sing a Song of Sixpence

 

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 serve 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.


(Additional Lyrics:)


She made such a commotion that little Jenny Wren

Flew down into the garden and popped it back again!


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