SING a Song for Sixpence,
Reading edition
A Pocketful
of Rye;
Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds
Baked
in a Pie.
When the Pie was opened, 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;
There came a little Blackbird,
And snapped off her Nose
But there came a Jenny Wren and popped it on again.
