Sing a song of sixpence lyrics

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;

And wasn't this a dainty dish to set before the king?

The king was in the parlour, counting out his money;

The queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey;

The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes,

There came a little blackbird and nipt off her nose.