SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE
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SING a song of sixpence, Pockets full 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, Down came a blackbird, And snapped off her nose.
