Sing a song of sixpence A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie When the pie was opened They all began to sing Now, wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the King? The King was in his countinghouse Counting out his money; The Queen was in the parlor Eating bread and honey The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes Along there came a big black bird And snipped off her nose!