SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE.

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, Oh, was not that a dainty dish To set before the King. 2. 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, There came a little blackbird And pecked off her nose.