歌词
Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye
Four and 20 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 parlour eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose
Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye
Four and 20 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 parlour eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose
Written by: DP, Miguel Ángel Conde
