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 open
 The birds began to sing
 Wasn't that a dainty dish
 To set before the king?
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 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, off her nose, off her nose, 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 open
 The birds began to sing
 Wasn't that a dainty dish
 To set before the king?
 Wasn't that a dainty dish
 To set before the king?
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 Wasn't that a dainty dish
 To set before the king?