Sing a song of sixpence A pocket full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie When the pie was open The birds began to sing Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king? ♪ The king was in his counting-house Counting out his money The queen was in the parlour Eating bread and honey The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes When down came a blackbird And pecked off her nose, off her nose, off her nose, off her nose Sing a song of sixpence A pocket full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie When the pie was open The birds began to sing Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king? Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king? ♪ Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king?