Sing a Song of Six Pence

Sing a song of six pence and pocket full of rye Four and twenty black birds baked in a pie when the pie was open 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 her parlor Eating bread and honey The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes Down came the black bird and picked off her nose Sing a song of six pence and pocket full of rye Four and twenty black birds baked in a pie when the pie was open the birds began to sing Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king