SING a Song for Sixpence,

A Pocketful

of Rye;

Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds

Baked

in a Pie.

When the Pie was opened,

The Birds began to sing;

Was not that

To set before the King?

The King was in

Counting out his Money.

The Queen was in

Eating Bread and Honey.

The Maid was in

Hanging out the Clothes;

There came a little Blackbird,

And snapped off her Nose

But there came a Jenny Wren

and popped it on again.