Sing a Song of Sixpence

Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye
Four and twenty Blackbirds baked in a pie

I wonder if they thought they were never going to fly once again

When the pie was opened the birds began to sing
Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the King

But if he didn’t laugh the cheeky little Jester he would swing

The King was in his Counting House counting out his money
The Queen was in the Parlour eating bread and honey

The people on the street would be happy just to eat half a slice

The Maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes
When down came a blackboard and pecked off her nose

That’s the price she paid and the naughty little made lost her rose

Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye
Four and twenty Blackbirds baked in a pie

I wonder if they thought they were never going to fly once again
I wonder if they thought they were never going to fly once again
I wonder if they thought they were never going to fly once again