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

Then 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

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