Sing a song of Sixpence A bag full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie When the pie was opened The birds began to sing Was not this a dainty dish To set before a 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 There came a little blackbird And snapped off her nose