SING-A-SONG OF SIXPENCE.
Reading edition
Sing-a-song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was open'd, 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 parlour Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes; By came a Jackdaw, And snapt off her nose.
They sent for the king's doctor, Who sewed it on again; The Jackdaw for this naughtiness Deservedly was slain.
