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
Tere came a little blackbird
And pecked off her nose
They sent for the king's doctor
Who sewed it on again
He sewed it on so neatly
The seam was never seen
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
Tere came a little blackbird
And pecked off her nose
They sent for the king's doctor
Who sewed it on again
He sewed it on so neatly
The seam was never seen