Lyrics:
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds
Backed in a pie.
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing.
Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before a king?
The king was in his counting house
Counting out his money.
The queen was in the parlor
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden
Hanging up the clothes.
Down came a blackbird
And hopped upon her nose!