Poem #2 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;

Was not 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.

'Sing A Song Of Sixpence' pg 30-31 from 'Best Loved Nursery Rhymes And Songs