Sing a song of sixpence,A pocket full of rye.\rbrFour and twenty black-bird,Backed in a pie.\rbrWhen the pie was opened,The birds began to sing.\rbrWasnt that a dainty dish to set before the king.\rbr\rbrSing a song of sixpence,A pocket full of rye.\rbrFour and twenty black-bird,Backed in a pie.\rbrWhen the pie was opened,The birds began to sing.\rbrWasnt that a dainty dish to set before the king.\rbr\rbrThe king was in his counting home, Counting out his money.\rbrThe queen was in the palace, eating bread and honey.\rbrThe maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes.\rbrDown flew a black-bird,and packed off her nose.\rbr\rbrSing a song of sixpence,A pocket full of rye.\rbrFour and twenty black-bird,Backed in a pie.\rbrWhen the pie was opened,The birds began to sing.\rbrWasnt that a dainty dish to set before the king.