Sing a Song of Sixpence

 SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE 
 


 

Sing  a song  of sixpence, 

A pocketful of rye; 



Four 4 and twenty 20 blackbirds,                       
Baked  in a pie. 



When the pie  was opened,

The birds  began to sing; 



Wasn’t that a dainty dish, 

To set before the king? 



The king  was in the counting-house, 

Counting  out his money;   



The queen  was in the parlor,

Eating bread  and honey. 



The maid  was in the garden, 

Hanging out the clothes; 



When down  came a blackbird, 

And pecked off her nose. 
 

*Sourced from Enchanted Learning

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