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 opened, 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 the parlor, eating bread and honey

The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes

Then down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye

Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie

When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing

Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?

I wonder if she ever got her nose back?

Have you ever had a blackbird pie?

No way