Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie
When the pie was opened
They all began to sing
Now, wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the King?
The King was in his countinghouse
Counting out his money;
The Queen was in the parlor
Eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes
Along there came a big black bird
And snipped off her nose!