Sing a Song of Sixpence - Mother Goose Club

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 snapped off her nose